Sometimes when you wake up, you can just tell it's a Monday immediately. It's been one of those days I guess. Due to daylight savings, my sleep-wake cycle is completely out of wack and I was uber groggy when I woke up after a night filled with nightmares. I took one step outside and immediately lost feeling in my face and fingers. Winter is here. Unfortunately, it is now snowing buckets of fluff onto the ground and guess who rode her bike to campus today? o.O Why I did this, I am not entirely sure... In any case, I am actually pretty excited about winter coming because I love the snow when I am properly bundled in coats, gloves, boots, and scarves. Sledding is one of my very favorite activities, and this year I am going to finally try snowboarding if I have my way :) So although the recent weather is a source of frustration, it is also, ironically, my sunshine moment of the day. There is something very very magical about the first snow of the season. I just maybe wish it would have waited for another couple of weeks.
Because of the snow, I am reminded of long days with my little brother in the back yard playing with the snow in all sorts of ways. I rather enjoyed hanging out with my little brother, but the best part was coming inside and having my mom make us hot chocolate. Of course, as I got older, I made it for myself. However, looking back, I really appreciated her help.
Another memory is a day when the marching band attended the Mt. Timpanogas competition. I remember running very late and asking my mom to throw some food into a grocery bag so I could eat while we were watching other bands. When inspecting the bag later on the bus, I noticed not only a ton of food, but also an extra pair of my super warm fuzzy socks. This touched me in a way that she probably didn't know. She did know that it snows every year during the Mt. Timpanogas competition, and she probably figured that by the time I was done, my socks would be soaked through and I might be miserable. That pair of socks meant the world to me, even though all it did was physically keep my toes warm. But that's how my mom is; doing everything in her power to make my life run a little bit smoother even though she was always the one who deserved special treatment. Today I miss her a ton, even though she would have hated that it was snowing.
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