wishing that if it has to be this cold it would snow.
“like at preschool, mama?”
huh? about to enter into a conversation about locations, cities, weather patterns, etc., she said again, “you know, like it snowed all week at preschool?”
oh, i get it. and i love these snowy friends from last week.
again, i’m grateful to be heading out to a place where a schedule works, where color abounds, where there are no time outs, where there are no screens, where conversation topics can be easily guided, where we’ll paint and glue and cut, where i can open a cupboard and make something new.
but still, i would welcome something falling from the sky.