Gemma has been waiting for years, and perhaps forever (FOREVER!) for some sticky snow to hit NYC (FOREVER = roughly 3 months in the mind of an almost four year old). Back in November, when we experienced a freaky, unseasonal, snow I ordered her (and myself) some real winter boots. They’ve sat in her closet ever since, although she’s pulled them out periodically when there’s any suggestion of the white stuff (related: whenever you’re prepared for the worst case scenario it NEVER happens). Shortly after Christmas we had a little tease of a storm but everything quickly turned to rain. Tragedy.
Then, this past Saturday, we woke up to a blanket of powdery white. A nice treat at the end of what was a (beyond) frigid week. She was able to get out and “help” with shoveling. We bundled up and took a walk, during which she and daddy were able to pretend to be “penguins”.
Since Saturday she’s been waiting…wishing for the next one. “Where did all the snow go?” she asked me this morning as we walked to school. As always, for a pre-schooler, time can not pass quickly enough.
And I’m just looking to slow things down.