Snow Day

It's a snowy day in Franklin, Tennessee. It's like a winter wonderland! And I mean that in the worst way possible. Tim got a snow day and instead of sleeping in, he got out of the warm bed to tend to my ice-covered car. I love that about him. Plus he knows that snow and ice makes me cry and he doesn't know what to do when I cry so he prevents it instead.

I didn't always hate winter this much.

Snow days were such happy days in our house growing up! Mom would let me sleep in and when I woke up, daddy and I would go for a walk to the neighborhood donut shop (little sister was still too little to come). The entire neighborhood was covered in white. I remember thinking how beautiful it was as we stomped our way through the deep snow the three blocks to the donut shop. We always sat at the counter. Dad drank his coffee and I drank my chocolate milk and had a glazed donut. I can still smell that place and I can remember the man who made the donuts.

When we got back home, I would play in the snow for what seemed like hours (it was probably more like 20 minutes) and then mom would call me inside for some hot chocolate to warm up. Then I'd go back out. I used to love the snow! Snow days were the absolute best days.

I hope I can make snow days as special for my kids as my parents made them for me.

Maybe I should have a snowball fight with Tim after work and try to channel my inner snow day child.

What are your snow day memories?