My children woke up before the sun to see a couple inches of snow on the ground and more falling. I rolled over in bed and drifted off to sleep to the sound of their giggles, tramplings and insistence at making a snowman out of the snow they swept together with their arms off any flat surface.
It wasn’t until after sunrise that I discovered my daughter was doing all of this in… shorts.
After a romp in the snow and warming two wet and shivering babies, we had warm oatmeal and tea and I relaxed in a hot bath.
And then we set out for adventure! My cousin drove us over the Blue Ridge Mountains as icy rain pelted the windshield. At the top of the pass we disappeared in the clouds for a while and I breathed a sigh of relief that my cousin was driving and not me. I then also breathed a prayer that driving tomorrow would be easier.
We arrived at our destination: The Pioneer Museum. We tumbled out of the vehicle and began to walk up to the ticket counter. Before we even got there my kids were crying from the cold.
We did a little bit of calculation. The museum is all outdoors. The walk through it is two miles and takes approximately 1.5 hours.
The sum of that equation was two children who would die before they made it back to the car… or at least the adults would have died by nagging.
So we spent our time at the museum shop, warming ourselves and sampling fudge instead.
My cousin bought us each gifts. My son got a necklace with some celtic knotwork in metal. It symbolized strong spirituality. She bought me a necklace with a porcelain piece with a celtic design drawn on it that symbolized transformation. And my daughter picked out a couple small cat figurines.
We drove home to see the snow melting. By morning the sun was out and it was hard to tell that we had ever seen snow falling. Perfect weather for our drive into Maryland.