I notice it before you do.
I point you towards the glass door so that you can see it too.
Your eyes grow wider, your lips form a huge smile.
Though I'm not fond of it, seeing your joy in discovering it melts my heart.
You let out a rambunctious cheer, "Woohoo!"
And so it begins.
The ground is soon covered in a thin layer of white.
You dream about building snowmen and having snowball fights.
I dream about snuggling down with a blanket and cup of coffee.
Winter has arrived.
Linking to Heather of the EO's Just Write.
I really hate snow. It's bad. I just don't like the cold.
ReplyDeleteBut, just like Punkin, my girls LOVE it.
It's my only joy in it.
And it will go away before the snow does, unfortunately.
Ha this is so cute. It's funny how are veiws of winter bend and twist as we get...ahem...older.
ReplyDeletecheers to warm coffee.