The first real snow of the season came today. By real snow, I mean something that actually stuck on the ground for a while. It started snowing Friday night, and when Baker woke me Saturday morning I was excited to see it covering the ground. Before letting him outside, I ran to get my camera. It was Baker's first snow. I wanted to see what he would do. Unfortunately, it wasn't anything too exciting, but he was still cute running around and trying to eat all the snow. He happens to love ice cubes, so why not snow?It makes me want to remember the first time I every saw snow. The first time I played in it, made a snow ball, a snow angel. I wish I could remember these things. I was luck enough to grow up in an area that does get snow, so I lived with it all my life. Perhaps as a baby I had a moment when I first realized what was happening, but those moments are lost to everyone but perhaps my parents.
In a way, I envy people that have never seen snow. They get to stay somewhere warm where the snow doesn't, can't touch. They don't have to have bulky winter jackets or heavy snow boots. They get to just enjoy the weather all the time.
At the same time though, I wish everyone could experience snow once in their lives. To wake up one morning, and see the ground covered. To see the white paradise that suddenly appears. The branches tipped in white beauty and the sun shining just enough to make the ground sparkle. The silence from the snow covering the ground and the critters tucked away safely and warmly in their homes. I love the beauty of snow.
