Thank you for waking up to find springtime buried under two feet of snow. The sky filled with a thick flurry of snowflakes that lasted all day. The tall juniper tree in the center of our yard topped with taffy-like clumps that made it look like an illustration in a Dr. Suess book. Lawn furniture twisted and toppled over. Branches, bushes and small trees bent to the ground under the weight of the wet snow.
Thank you for this last-minute chance to dig out my bib snowpants, which I had not done all winter. To roll around in the yard with Moses and Eloise as they stumbled through the drifts that rose waist-deep, delighted with the novelty of it. Moses, exclaiming with such innocence, “This is the snowiest day of my life!” Calling me over to see the small yellow flowers he had uncovered in the white snow. Eloise losing her mittens at least a dozen times like any self-respecting three-year-old should. And Moses dancing around the drooping arms of the juniper tree, determined to save the branches that had not already split and fallen to the ground. Joining him with a broom to reach the higher boughs, the sudden urgency of our mission. Shaking each snow-laden branch until it sprang up again.