Snow!

Snow!  Nearly a foot of it!  Heavy, wet, packable snow!

Child #1 was the first to take up the cry this morning.  She roused child #2 and #3 and soon all three were pressed against the window.  After breakfast the search for mittens and snow-pants began.  Once every child was booted and hatted, zipped and cinched they tumbled outside.  Snowballs flew.  Tongues tasted the whiteness.  They churned the pristine blanket which had covered the yard into a wonderland of snow-angels and laughter.   Before long, my eldest started tugging on the branches of the apple tree, hoping to make the snow fall on her.  In one of those perverse moments that I am sure the angels set up just to entertain themselves, the snow fell off the other side of the tree directly on top of child #3 - who had just pushed back her hood.  Priceless.

Note to the recording angels - I want this morning on the home-video of my life.