In the weeks leading up to our Ohio Christmas trip I baited Fuller with hopes and dreams of the white stuff. Fuller’s first Christmas was spent in Ohio when they had the most snow they had had in 20 years or so (it was classified as a blizzard, we described it as cabin fever).
Of course there was really no way to guarantee snow would be a part of our holidays, but it was fun to dream. And then in preparation, I bought him snow boots at Wal-Mart. For some reason the fact that he had snow boots meant he really thought it was going to snow. He had faith it would be there.
The day we drove up to my parents’ house was very cold. And the forecast had called for snow in the early morning. But we weren’t sure if it would stick around long enough for us to enjoy by the time we arrive in the early evening.
A little bit before Knoxville I took over driving so Damon could take a nap. And as we were cruising North on I-75 I looked ahead towards a mountain and gasped to see it covered in white. I pointed out the picturesque scene to Fuller. He was so excited to see the snow. I suggested he take out his camera and take a picture. So he did.
By the time we got to Dayton the snow in their area had melted. When we explained this to Fuller he cried for a bit, sad to not be able to build a snowman that very minute. I told him it would probably snow again while we were there.
I was right.
We didn’t get huge amounts of snow, but it was enough to teach Fuller how to put on his snow pants (an $8 purchase at a Dayton consignment store) and bundle up with gloves, hat, coat, and his precious snow boots. He didn’t care about the accumulation, he just cared that there was enough to do this:
On actual Christmas day there wasn’t snow on the ground, but there were plenty of days with even more accumulation and Tio (aka Uncle Nat) was happy to take the kiddos on walks in the
green white space across the street.
Apparently Fuller’s favorite snow activity was to eat it. Or fall down in it.
And now, we are home in Chattanooga. Staying warm and waiting… because I think tomorrow Fuller will get to use his snow suit again. Yeah, snow!