One morning this week we woke up to fat quiet snowflakes floating down from the sky.
‘It’s snowing! It’s snowing!!’ three of the short people cried, and hurried to get into snowsuits (kindly donated, one for each), tumbling outside to experience the wonder before breakfast.
It reminded me of a favourite read to Second Miss this week called Snow (Cynthia Rylant): “Children love snow better than anyone does …” “And it [the snow] will say that it is all right to be happy…”
Oh yes, it is!