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Snow Day

I was born and raised in Southern California. My family is in Southern California. I had no plans to ever leave Southern California and my family. My husband is also a Southern California native. He has a much smaller family and his parents had retired to Nevada before he and I met. He didn’t have the Southern California ties that I did and he wanted to move. He looked at his options and had to choose a location where he thought I’d move. He decided on Texas. His company had offices there and the weather seemed to be fairly similar to what we were used to.

Even though I love Texas, I don’t love snow. I’m a July baby. I love the heat. I really wasn’t counting on or planning for snow when we moved. Last year we got snow. We got so much snow that my sister’s flight was canceled and she couldn’t visit. Now that my sister is planning another visit, we’ve got snow.

We got up and watched the snow falling. She remembered the snow last year and couldn’t wait to get out and play in it. I bundled Jessie up with her hat, mittens, and coat. Daddy and I put our coats and gloves on so we could take Jessie out to play. She had a great time. She made snow angels with the girls from down the street.

We had to drag her inside to dry off and warm up. She probably would have stayed out much longer because the snow was so much fun. I wonder if Baby E would like it.

The next morning the ground was still covered in snow. What was supposed to be her second day of school was a snow day instead. I would have kept her home even if the school hadn’t closed.

SNOW DAYS!

Remember those days when the weather forecaster would continually say, “There looks like snow in the forecast tomorrow. Kids get ready for no school!”

I remember growing up and having a few blizzards where when my sisters and I awoke, the brightness from the reflection of the snow made us jump up and get dressed with all of our snow suits, hats, gloves; and spend hours upon hours playing outdoors in the snow! Of course our parents couldn’t understand the quickness it took us to load on three layers of clothing but how we always got to school late living 3 minutes down the road from the school during a normal school day! (We are three sisters.)

When the snow storms would leave 2-3 feet of snow and we would jump off our front stairs, doing flips into the snow; and then bury the youngest sister’s face in the snow, aahhhhh, yes the good old days. I thought the old snow days of past were exactly this, kept in the past!

Then we had the snow storm in 2003 over President’s weekend. At this point, I was 26 years old while my middle sister was 22. We both were teaching and wouldn’t you know it, we had a SNOW DAY!!! (Teachers also like snow days)

I lived down the road from my sister at the time and had to borrow a shovel so I piled on my three layers of clothing, with my snow pants, boots, hat, gloves, and scarf and trekked out into the blizzard. When I arrived, my sister was all bundled up also. First this was a little freaky, dating us back at least 15 years ago, then we looked at each other, forgot about the shovel, and went running around in the snow!

OK, our neighbors thought we were a little strange prior to this day anyway! Our snowball fight, sliding down the mounds of snow, and pretending to hike up the piles of snow as if we were climbing Mount Everest just confirmed that we were strange; but till this day, it was the most fun we both had in a long time!

Who ever said snow days are only for students to play?

(and I walked back home forgetting the shovel)