But we'll take the fourteen or so inches that fell yesterday, making it officially the coziest day in recent memory. No guilt that I should be volunteering in Peter's classroom or that I have to run and grab some milk at the store. Just us, in our warm nummies, waking up to this:
This is what it looks like when you're five and you have to walk out to the coop in the aftermath of a blizzard. You're nearly almost buried. But you're not worried because your daddy is right there putting a dead chicken into a grocery bag.
I spent a fair amount of time yesterday thinking about how terribly long it was going to take Dan to snowblow the driveway after work. So long. But if you live in a neighborhood like mine, with neighbors like mine, you don't have to worry for long. Because soon enough the first Bruce (you know who you are) will come, cigar hanging out of his mouth, dog chasing after and begin plowing you out. Just because he thought it'd help. His belt will break and he'll go away after a couple swipes, but not before you've sworn your everlasting fealty to him.
While the boys played out in the snow with neighbors (you know who you are), Tess, who never has a girl to play with, began the tedious task of signing her Valentine's. Picked them out myself at Meijers then wrapped them up with a new Sharpie as if it was a big deal, only so that she'd be so excited about a just-because-I-think-you're-great present that she'd forget she really wanted the Barbie ones all the other girls will surely bring. And if you're five and your name is Tessa and if you are just learning that letters only make words if they are correctly oriented on the page, not just if they are all present and accounted for, just learning but not mastering, then you'll sign your name a-s-s-e-t before leaning back in your chair and declaring it a job well done. Which, of course, it will be.
If you're lucky enough to have school closed for a second day in a row (can I hear it for a third?), then you'll feel extraordinarily blessed, just cup running over and nearly drowning you blessed, when your dear friend (you know who you are) calls and asks if you'll relieve her boredom. You'll reply that you'd be happy to, but she'll have to come by you as your fridge is bursting and it'd give you great joy to feed her and her children (who also know who they are). You'll tell her to be prepared because you're all in your pjs, except for Tessie who is wearing her bride's maid dress from Kristin's wedding, but not to feel as if she needs to wear hers. She, as a mother and adult, may wear whatever she chooses. You just didn't want her to feel underdressed. You'll spend a lovely day eating a lick-the-bottom-of-the-bowl salad with probably the best bottled dressing ever and chatting about precious things like books and parenting and praying together over secret hurts. But you'll keep thinking about the dressing. Even while you're praying. A dressing so good you'll wrap it in your undies and take it home from Florida in your suitcase. Just in case you can't find it here.
Brianna's HomeStyle Blush Wine Vinaigrette
I'll be heading to Furriest Foods tomorrow to see if they carry it.
Anyway, all this to say that this is me being real. And so thankful for The Blizzard of 2011.
And friends to weather it with. So thankful.