It’s that time of year again, that time of year when I, the mother/adult/grownup of the family, screeches to the world or anyone who’s listening “it’s snowing!”, even after just a few flakes are sprinkled from the heavens. And so, as tradition would have it, we celebrate the first snow with hot chocolate, the way we did many years ago when Big Brother was small, and every year since. Every year since that snow when I woke him at midnight to dance, much to his dismay, across our front yard, on our corner lot, in town. Ahhhh nostalgia.
Ya see that?Right there! Here’s when it really kicked in…sure it was short-lived, but we, and by we I mean me,  eagerly anticipate those first few flakes, and we take all attempts seriously. Check out that white haze; I swear it’s snow.
Sadly, big brother was off at his mom’s when it snowed, but I my heart was quite pleased when he came home and asked if we had celebrated with hot chocolate. “I’m sorry dude, we had to; it’s tradition!” But we agreed that we would follow-up the first-snow festivities with the sequel on the second snow this year, the one that happens while we are all present, since one can never really have too much hot chocolate…or too many first snows.

xo

HayMama