Wet, cold, miserable rain.
So when I woke up at 5 this morning to go to the bathroom, I noticed something was different. It was quiet.
There were no more raindrops hitting our roof...
I ran to the window, peeked through the blinds and saw a blanket of white covering our street.
It was heavenly.
Carefully in the middle of the night, the rain had transformed into snow. And not a gray, slushy snow, but a beautiful powder that reached every branch, every leaf, every possible corner outside. Dreams of building snowmen, throwing snowballs and eating snowflakes danced in my head while I took in the scene.
[H.I.T. settling back into bed]
Husby, turns to me: Pretty, right?
H.I.T., sighing: Yeah.
Husby, thoughtfully: It’s amazing how after all these years, we still get excited waking up to snow.
H.I.T., confused: We?
Husby, smiling: I took a peek about a half hour earlier.
H.I.T., gives Husby a kiss: I knew I married the right man.