First Snow

So imagine that you are moving to Memphis. You would hope that your kids would become Elvis fans, so that they would appreciate Graceland, right? Or if you were moving to the beach, that they would become surfers? Well, one can only hope because really, you never know.

The snow woke me up this morning. okay, maybe it was my insomnia. All i know is that i was wide awake at 4:30am, and there was just a light dusting of snow. i turned the outside light on and watched the continuing snowfall, and i counted the minutes until 6am when Neil would wake up and we could let the dogs out for Their First Snow.

I made it until 5:59am and 30 seconds. Literally, i crept downstairs and said "baby wake up it is snowing" and his alarm went off. Thankfully, he was just excited enough to not hate me for stealing his last 30 seconds of sleep. we bundled up and headed out.

Matilda, who is 9 now, has slowed down a bit lately. with all of the glucosamine i have been sneaking into her meals, well, i was clearly on the wrong track. the answer is snow, people. her and moose ran and ran. and then they ran some more. and then there was some running. it was beautiful. it was also too dark to get any pics that weren't total blurs. but we got a good still or two once the sun was higher in the sky.





in all, we maybe got two inches. enough to cover everything is a sparkly blanket of white. then it melted. it's all gone now and it should be in the 70's next week. welcome to denver? the dogs say "yes, thank you!" and so do neil and i.