We’ve been positively dumped on with snow. Six inches, more forecast tomorrow, small snowflakes still coming down today.
Thursday I walked the kids to school. Light snowflakes were falling and the twins chattered excitedly about everything and nothing. Gorby was with us (as he usually accompanies us on the school walk, patiently waiting for us at the school gates to school, patiently dealing with the swarm of primary school children crawling on him as we leave school), his fur dusted with snow.
And I was so purely, perfectly happy.
There was nothing special about that moment, per se – although we don’t get much snow here in England, we do get snow (and the snow gods have a rather weird sense of humor, so we don’t get dustings of snow we get an entire payload of snow dumped on the country in one go. It’s not called Snowmageddon for nothing.) We get snow, the twins have played in snow, it’s not as though it’s anything new.
I had a full day of conference calls ahead of me for work. It’s not a bad thing, not a good thing, just business as usual.
I had laundry to do, dinner to dream up, and a half-finished chicken coop in the back yard – the snow falling would mean that the coop wouldn’t get attention this weekend, which is ok.
And yet there I was – feeling so happy. Unbelievably happy and at peace, as though some kind of bridge had been crossed.
On Friday the twins went off to school, and as they did the snow came down harder. We knew that Snowmageddon was coming and thus were all working from home. When the call came at 10:45 that the school was closing early due to snow, please come pick up the kids, Alastair, Gorby and I went to the school and brought our little people home.
And I was so unbelievably happy.
This post has no real point. Snow, school, work, kids. It’s all normal stuff. It’s not going to change anything, make anything different. It’s just a moment in my life, a moment where I realized that if this is as good as it gets, then karmically I owe a great deal to the universe, because this good is amazing.