I love snow. Several years ago I came to the conclusion that snow was God's way of showing me that he loved me. Like His personal gift to me.
You see, in the winter, the world gets so ugly...the leaves all fall off the trees, the grass dies, everything turns brown, and the landscape looks completely barren. Then, to make matters worse, the sky darkens, and you just know that it's going to be gloomy all day long. Then something miraculous happens: the heavens open, and beautiful crystalline flakes begin to drift down from the sky and cover everything in a sparkling blanket of white. Everything that was so terrible to look at suddenly becomes the most beautiful scene anyone has ever beheld. It didn't have to be that way. All the precipitation could come when it's warm enough to be rain, but that's not the case. God loves me so much that He lets it snow.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a particularly difficult day. Christopher finally convinced me to get out of the house for a little bit. We walked out the door to head towards the grocery store and discovered the most incredible sight. The parking lot was full of cars, every spot full, and even though there had been a light dusting of snow, none of them had snow on them except mine. Tears sprang to my eyes as I pointed out to Christopher that I knew everything would be okay because I was loved.
When I was a little girl, my mom died. I don't have very many pictures of myself with her, and on top of all that, there aren't any pictures that have any particularly special meaning. Because of that, I asked Chris to take some pictures of me with James the first real snow we had. It's important to me that my beautiful little boy knows that I wanted to share something that's special to me with him. That way, someday, when I can't be there to show him what he means to me, he'll have at least a little something to remind him.
I love my little James.
And my incredible husband.
And I love snow.