It's been threatening to snow here in the Seattle area for the past week and funny thing, just as I had finished taping my video blog on Saturday afternoon for The Old Schoolhouse magazine, telling the viewers I was looking for snow - voila! - the flakes began to flutter down. It proved to be a tease, however, and it was yesterday morning - about 16 hours later, when we woke up to a blanket of white.


I get a little giddy when it snows. Snow brings back happy memories for me. I think of my Dad playing with me and my siblings. (Here he is with 3 of my sons back in the 80s). How many times he would bundle up in all his snow gear and pull out the retro wooden sleds, let us ride on his back down, down, around and around, to the bottom of our giant street-hill called Grandview Avenue.

Magical moments spent together.

I'm sure he was tired and freezing cold. We lived in Omaha, Nebraska. Blizzards were routine. So was ice. I remember one December, it didn't get above zero Fahrenheit the entire month. But he was such a good sport. He knew how to play with his kids. His fingers and toes were probably numb when he'd agree to go 'one more run,' again and again. Now my firstborn son has a daughter....

Looks like he 'gets' the Daddy-snow thing. Thrills my heart!