Snow, Glorious Snow!

Several times in the last few weeks I have sat before my laptop thinking that I should update my blog but I couldn't seem to inspire myself. And if I couldn't inspire myself, the post was sure to be boring for you! It's not that nothing had happened - a few things happened. In fact on the very same day, I COMPLETED the National Novel Writing Month Challenge (NaNoWriMo) with a grand total of 50,200 words AND my older son turned 13. Yes, THIRTEEN. Regarding NaNoWriMo, I didn't finish the book but I knew I wouldn't finish the book in one month. It's too big of a book for that. But I made my goal that made me very happy. Especially since the hectic pace of birthdays and Christmas has left me more motivated to decorate the house than to work on my novel. But I felt good to meet the goal and be considered a winner in the NaNoWriMo world. The funny thing is that despite my previous post about growing into the space we're given and all that, I slowed considerably as I grew closer to my goal. It was as if my psyche wanted to see me push it to the last minute, feel the pain and fear of potential failure only to overcome it with a dramatic finish at the end. My psyche and I duked it out a bit but I think I ended up with the upper hand because I actually hit the 50K mark the day BEFORE it was due. For those of you who know me well - being early for anything is remarkable.

And in terms of my son turning thirteen, well, let's just say that it seeemed to feel a whole lot more profound to me than him. I had flashbacks of turning 13, of being in 7th grade, of feeling like I'd crossed some invisible barrier toward being more grown-up. My son was mostly enthralled with learning how to use his new cellphone and that was about it.

But the real reason I'm motivated to post today is the SNOW! I love snow. No matter how often it falls, how early in the season or late - I welcome it with wonder and joy. So I was thrilled to watch it fall all day yesterday as inch piled upon inch and it became a for real blizzard. My two sons ventured out to build a snow fort with the kids down the street while I walked our dog and wondered how (and why) people scale Everest. A mile walk through 12 inches with the snow pelting my face was more than enough to send me back inside for hot cocoa and a blanket. You see, I love snow the most the day AFTER the storm. Like today. The snow has stopped, the clouds have moved out and we are left with a silent, white world greeting us as the sun glances off the pristine yard.

All of us - my husband, two sons, me and the dog - were out all morning. The humans shoveling the driveway while our four-legged friend leaped and bounded through snow that reached her chest. The kids built a ramp for their sleds in the back yard while I made grilled cheese sandwiches and hot cocoa with giant marshmallows. Now we are gearing up to go sledding. And with that, I need to bid you goodbye as I have four boys here requesting help with the tugging on of boots, tucking of sleeves into gloves and locating of hats.

Enjoy your day, wherever you are.