My sweet little Timmy is going to be ecstatic when he wakes this morning. After a weekend of temperatures in the 50s, this morning he will wake up to see our yard covered with beautiful snow. He has been lamenting the lack of snow this season and I am hoping it makes him smile. He had a particularly hard day yesterday and could use an extra reason or two to be happy.
He seemed to have one of those days where everything went wrong. He spilled his milk and he dropped his stick box (which also contains tacks of various sizes) all over his carpet. In art class he didn't know that the lid wasn't screwed onto his glue bottle, causing him to spill all over his project. He couldn't go into the "fun" snack room and he was confused by his science lesson.
Friend, who was outside playing with Timmy in the afternoon, took off running towards the driveway when he spied Scott pulling down the road. Timmy was not prepared for the jolt and, because he was standing in the softer mud, he ended up slipping in the mud. He was then pulled by an ecstatic 12 pound pup through the mud down the hill until the momentum finally slowed. Timmy, mud covered and surprised, laughed with delight and declared that it was the "best thing in his day."
His outlook began to improve after his roll in the mud and he was content by the time he went to bed. I know that the snow this morning will delight him. Unfortunately, I don't think that the snow is going to stay for long, nor is it deep enough for sledding. I appreciate that much of the country is snow saturated at the moment, so the irony of longing for the flakes is not lost. I have not yet given up hope for a large storm this season. Waking up to see our trees covered with snow only made my storm longing stronger.
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