snow day
My wife Amy and my daughter Lydia love a snow day. For them it’s a day off from work, a day to sleep in, a day to just relax around home. They think of a snow day as an unexpected gift. My older daughter Sophia, we’re not sure. She likes to point out every few minutes from her position on the couch that it is still snowing, but she has no interest in going out in the snow. I think Sophia keeps telling me that it’s still snowing simply to annoy me. I’ve never been one who likes a snow day. I like routine. I like my schedule to be intact and my daily plans to be uninterrupted. Snow has a way of disrupting my life that causes me to be frustrated. (I think growing up in Delhi, NY, where it snows all the time, gave me my snow day bad attitude.)
So today I’m trying to change my attitude and think of all the ways I’m grateful for this snow that has come on this 2nd day of Spring. How can I see this day as a gift? How can I experience this as “a day that the Lord has made and rejoice and be glad in it,” as the Psalmist says to do?
Well, I did sleep in this morning. That was nice. I got to spend the day with my daughter Sophia, which I always enjoy. (Even if she did keep pointing out the snow.)
Amy just made chocolate chip cookies which wouldn’t have happened had it not snowed. (I love chocolate chip cookies.) I’ve got a nice dinner planned and dad is coming over. That doesn’t usually happen midweek. Usually on a Wednesday it is a grab and go kind of dinner. Being home this afternoon gave me a chance to get on the treadmill. I don’t like the treadmill, but always feel better once I’ve done it. If nothing else, the snow gave me something to blog about.
I’m ready for spring to be sure. I want the sun to shine. I’m looking forward to opening day. But looking back, the day hasn’t been that bad. I’m just sitting here now on the couch with Sophia waiting for the phone to ring and to hear Ms. Holt announce another snow day for tomorrow.
