Needless to say, we weren't pleased. Well, some of us weren't.
As Lucas and I sat at the kitchen table grumbling over our morning coffee about how we couldn't possibly believe it was actually snowing (big tufts of it too), Ella turned to us with a sparkle in her eye and exclaimed, "Yay -- I get to make snow angels!"
And make snow angels she did. And a snow man. And snow balls...
As I sit here watching her play from my office window, I'm simply amazed at how young children truly exist in the moment. We adults get so grumpy over things we can't change such as weather or the economy or even little things like having to shovel more snow.
We spout platitudes such as, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade" -- but there's this implicit sense of intent, like this is what we should do.
Kids just do.
So while I still might not like our surprise snowfall, at least I have a new appreciation for it. Or perhaps for the simple joy it brings to one of the little people in my life.