
It has been extremely cold here in the Mississippi Delta for the past few nights. Last night was no exception, so I cranked the heater up before going to bed and watched the local forceast on the Weather Channel. I could see light snow dancing all around our city on the radar, but it didn’t look menacing enough to warrant any attention, so I went to sleep.
By 6:30 AM this morning, I could see we got a light dusting of snow overnight. By 7 AM, it was coming down pretty good. It was beautiful…so serene to watch, and that’s exactly what I did while having my morning coffee. I excitedly woke E.B. up for school and showed him. We did the “IT’S SNOWING!!!!” victory dance and he babbled on and on about making a snowman, snow cream, and hitting me with a snowball.
We had big plans when he got out of school for some fun in the snow, y’all.
It snowed all morning, but only tiny flurries that never amounted to anything. By 2:45 PM when I picked E.B. up from school, he walked outside to the car in a dumfounded state. “Where is the snow, Mama???!!!”, he cried. I explained that it just wasn’t a big snow this time and the sun was out and it had all melted. He then immediately demanded that I make the sun go back in and bring back the snow, all while huge crocodile tears streamed down his little face.
Oh, the heartbreak!
He eventually let it go once we got home. However, guess what we’re in for Wednesday night/Thursday morning? Snow SHOWERS! Showers are totally way bigger than flurries, right? I’m not telling E.B. yet, though. I hope we wake up Thursday morning to canceled school and work and enough snow to make the biggest snowman ever.
But not before I go to the grocery store. Because that’s what people in the South do before it snows.