Christmas came early for me this year. Last night seriously felt like Christmas Eve. First, I got to sing in the Forgotten Carols. I have never seen this production before, so it really was a special experience to be on stage, singing in the choir, watching everything unfold. I got all teary-eyed many different times, but especially during Sarah's song in the maternity ward. Oh man, I just about lost it. Once again, I am so grateful to have a daughter, to be a mother. I wanted it so bad for what felt like ages, and now it's like every day is a beautiful gift from God. Anyway, it sounds cheesy I'm sure, but the show felt magical.
And it was snowing! It started snowing at about 4:30/5 yesterday, and it snowed all night. When the show was over, there was quite a bit of accumulation on the ground, and someone in the choir got a phone call that school was canceled. Woo! Not that it affects us in any way, but for some reason it makes me feel like a kid again. It's a snow day!
After some late night cookie baking, Clark and I finally turned out the lights and headed to bed, only to catch a glimpse of this outside:
Do you see the size of those flakes?! And notice all the snow on the ground. I know, it doesn't seem like much to you northerners, but for St George? That is a lot of snow. The most we've ever seen down here.
This morning everything was so lovely and covered in snow, I decided that we just had to go for a walk. So we got all bundled up and headed out:
Julia fell asleep in the first 5 minutes, which is probably a good thing. But I tromped around the neighborhood, pushing the stroller through the snow. Again, cheesy as it sounds, it felt magical to be out in the snow. It felt like Christmas.
We went past a church and saw some kids building some sort of fort. Looks like they are planning on having a battle or something:
Can you see all the snow on the trees? We measured about 2 inches at our house. 2 inches!!!
Here is our backyard at 11am. Things had melted a bit by this point, and they've melted a lot more by now. But still, it's so white and beautiful!
In case you couldn't tell, I love winter. Love, love, love it. And I live in St George. *sigh*
And because it's been a little while, here is a video of my darling baby girl. Crawling, playing, babbling, waving hello, what more could you want in an 8-month-old?