Snow fell all day here on Saturday and it was so pretty.
Far too pretty not to get out in it, even if that means foregoing makeup and zipping a ski coat over your pajamas.
Daughter2 resides 'down South' for much of the year so for
her, operating the snow blower is still something of a novelty. As far as she's concerned that task falls under the unlikely heading called FUN.
Pretty sure I don't look this adorable when I'm running the snow blower.
I love her white jacket.
Actually I'm a huge fan of nice ski clothes.
These are cute, don't you think?
Okay, so she was too young for skiing, but oh my word, a tiny tot scrunched into a snowsuit
definitely makes me smile. This is Daughter1 experiencing her first big snow.
Hey, what else is a blog for if not to post pictures you never got to post two decades ago because there was no such thing as the Internet?
Well maybe there was, but it was all very mysterious.
Where is this child's mother???
In my defense, Daughter2 has always had the most delicate skin. Rest assured as soon as she came inside she was fine.
Here's proof some 20 years later-
I took this picture on Saturday, and as you can see her cheeks are still like porcelain. We are all envious of Daughter2's perfectly perfect skin.
How 'bout more random snow pictures?
We used to lovingly tease Daughter1 back in the day because she was what might kindly be referred to as '
cautious'. Nowadays she is quite the adventure lover, but it took her a few years to get there. Hmmm.... this backyard hill may be where she first discovered adrenaline. She learned to ski on this little hill too. Hubs taught her by strapping her tiny boots into the kiddie skis then setting his own skis on either side of hers. She loved it.
Austria, 2006
Still does.
NJ is not the Alps but still, when you live in the northernmost corner of the state odds are pretty good you're gonna have a hill.
And woods.
And enough snow every winter to build your own igloo.
We had a super long driveway in that house which we paid someone to plow, but still hubs did a lot of shoveling. We don't use a snow shovel too often these days. There are many things to be grateful for in the 21st century, and snow blowers make our list.
When the girls were four and six we moved to Maryland. We lived in a small friendly cul-de-sac, and kids spilled out of every house when it snowed. Well everyday really, but especially when it snowed.
I wised up and put scarves on my fair skinned daughters.
My girls still speak with great joy about the blizzard of '96. School was closed for over a week and we had a huge party in the middle of our cul de sac. The county plow had mounded all the snow into a literal mountain at the head of the court and all the kids had fun climbing up and sledding down. We built a bonfire in the middle of the snow covered street, and the adults brought out beach chairs and barbecues, and for a few days in that long ago winter, it felt like time stood still.
Time no longer stands still.
Every now and then you get lucky though, and you catch a glimpse of the girl whose small fingers you maneuvered into mittens, whose socks you straightened so the seam was just right, and whose rosy cheeks you wrapped with a scarf.
When the world outside her window becomes a fairy tale...
...the freshly fallen snow still calls her name.