Yesterday was our very first snowfall of the year in Minneapolis. And it most definitely will not be the last. The snow didn't stay very long but it was just enough to get me thinking.
Do you remember the first snowfall every year as a little kid? It was quite possibly the most magical thing ever. Waking up, looking out your window and seeing big giant snowflakes falling? Best. moment. ever. Because to your childhood self those snowflakes actually meant snow angels and sledding and snow men and (if you were incredibly lucky) snow days.
But now that I have deadlines and places to be and nice boots that I don't want to ruin, I've become slightly less excited about the first snowfall. When I see snow now I think about delayed commutes and extra hassle. Slightly less magical, right? So this year I am going to do my best to enjoy the little moments that come with this time of year. The first snowfall. Being with family and friends that I haven't seen in awhile. Because don't you think it would be better if every so often we viewed the world through the eyes of a child again?