Recapturing the Magic of A Snow Day
Snow days were always special to us growing up. There was something inherently enchanting how those powdered flakes would fall from every direction, how we would build snow men, glide on our sleds, have intense snow ball fights, all topped off by the never ending aroma of hot chocolate in our mother's kitchen. For us snow was much more than just a meteorological phenomena, snow to us was the perfect embodiment of reckless joy and innocence. Snow allowed us to be most ourselves, children.
I believe sometimes that the Lord sends down the snow as a way of reminding us all of those idyllic days of childhood. The Lord wants us to become like children again, excited about his creation, eager to take part in his wintry masterpieces. The Lord is not a selfish artist, who keeps to himself, the Lord is a generous artist who begs us all to partake in his masterpieces no matter what our ages or occupations. A snow day is much more than just a day off, a snow day is a spiritual day in which we all have the opportunity to reconnect, to ponder, and be more intimate with the Lord than on a non "snow" day.
Tonight as I sit home fighting a bad cold, a part of me longs to reconnect to the snowy memories of my childhood. Tomorrow I will have that opportunity to once again stay home, to re live the allure of the words, "School is closed." Tomorrow morning I promise to awake like a child and with eager spirits I will try to catch that first snowflake with my tongue, ride my sleigh up that hill and sip that hot chocolate. But if I am sick I will still enjoy myself and look out the window and I will give a toast to the simple memories of childhood, reminding myself that no matter how old, how busy, how inconvenienced I might be, at heart I am always a child and that's the part of me that can never die.