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.
-S.
Unbelievably happy is good. I like unbelievably happy.
Snow days, yay! (Was hoping to experience Marrakech vicariously… sigh… have this notion of it as an incredibly exotic place but all I know of it was gleaned from an episode of Ab Fab where Pats and Eddy travel there.)
It is the small things isn’t it? Not the large moments that are life changing, but the quiet, the feeling of comfort, serenity…..I think a lot of us have been unhappy because we have failed to recognize this, and we don’t appreciate those moments when everything is just good. Not outstanding, or startling or huge, just small happy times.
I know that feeling well – Friday was our “snowpocalypse” heh and the last three days have been glorious, sledding family fun time. Heavenly!
Love this post. I wish you many more in the days and years to come.
A snow day is good. A snow day with kids is wonderful.
At last! ♥♥♥
Our village primary school in Cambridgeshire stayed open today, but we finally finally finally got enough proper fluffy white stuff overnight that it seemed unsporting to send the boys to school. So I gave them a snow day and kept them home. And oh how they loved it… spent all day outside.
Snow days are awesome. Glad you had a great day :-)
We went up to visit family in Oregon last year and on the first day of spring it snowed and snowed LOTS. I was so happy (because we don’t get snow where we live.) It’s a great thing.
Good for you for reveling in the (seemingly) small things of life. That memory will loom large when you are in your dotage.
Something about snow, particularly in locales where it tends to be uncommon (like where I live), is absolutely beautiful and brings out an inner peace in many of us. I do realize that people in more northern climes where snow is much more common may feel quite differently, though. But strangely enough, I feel more at peace when the skies are overcast than when they are sunny.
Happy is a GOOD thing! It makes me happy to see you so very happy. Keep it up.
“this good is amazing.” Exactly!
I’m with Diamond Dave. In fact, even before I read his comment, my thought was, “There’s something about snow…”
I don’t know if it’s the quite that it brings, the beauty that it brings, the way it slows down everything, or what, but snow really gives me a sense of peace and joy when it comes. I imagine it’s the same up North for the first snow. At least it was when I lived in North Dakota as a kid, but then it becomes a chore.