The night of the snow, I woke up what I swear was every hour (though I didn't look at my
clock phone). I think I was just so excited by it. Snow for Maile. The night was long, and full of anticipation for me, and I kept thinking "Snow for Maile. I can't wait to see her face! Snow for Maile ... What will she say?"
By 6 in the morning, I gave up trying to sleep and started waiting. Watching my sweet baby sleep in the crook of my arm. I had been exhausted the night before, but there I was, wide awake at 6-something in the morning. And while I laid there snuggling Maile, it kind of hit me how this little girl has given me a new perspective, as a mother. I used to groan at the thought of snow. Having to go out in it. Being cold. But really, it isn't so bad. In fact, it's pretty magical. Sure, it's a bit chilly and wet, and stuff like that -- and our dogs drag it inside, creating water spots on our hardwood floors, but I digress ...
What makes it worth it? Maile's whisper, upon her first sight of snow in the morning: "Wooooooow ..." The beautiful, wonderful expression of awe on her face that I will keep close to my heart for the rest of my life. Snow days. They're pretty great, after all.