I know what I'm getting ready to say here is often seen as a pretty controversial topic, especially in the community where I live. To many it's very divisive, and some folks don't even like the word said aloud in these parts. Please don't tell Emory I am stating this publically, as he is on the other side of this issue, but luckily it hasn't done irreparable damage to our marriage as of yet. I can't help myself.
I love SNOW! And I'm so excited about the prediction of a nice, heavy amount of it here in Boone this weekend. I've always liked snow. Growing up in Raleigh we didn't get nearly as much as this kid wanted. Sledding down Caledonia St. with my brother and our friends was a rare but awesome childhood treat. Not to mention the snowball fights and snowman creations. One time we even built a hillside luge during the biggest snow of my childhood. And then as a parent I got to watch snow fun through the eyes of my own kids. My love of snow was made even stronger.
I love SNOW! And I'm so excited about the prediction of a nice, heavy amount of it here in Boone this weekend. I've always liked snow. Growing up in Raleigh we didn't get nearly as much as this kid wanted. Sledding down Caledonia St. with my brother and our friends was a rare but awesome childhood treat. Not to mention the snowball fights and snowman creations. One time we even built a hillside luge during the biggest snow of my childhood. And then as a parent I got to watch snow fun through the eyes of my own kids. My love of snow was made even stronger.
As a grown-up I still get extra excited at the mention of it in our forecast. I suppose part of it is because of that learned childhood feeling of a promise of a snow day/no school day, as well as the wonderful memories of mine and my children, but I think now it has more to do with my dad...for two reasons.
First, when I was a kid he would drive his work van down our sledding street to pack it down to make it faster, which we kids loved (but I'm sure annoyed some of the neighboring, working adults). I can still picture his big smile knowing he was the hero of Northclift subdivision. And second, when our little family moved to Boone over ten years ago, whenever my dad called from October through March he'd ask if we had gotten any snow. Even in the last year of his life, when his body was slowing down and his mind followed a similar path, he never neglected to ask me if we had any snowfall recently.
So I'm always going to like it. Funny thing is now I imagine that my dad knows it's going to snow here well before it's predicted. Somehow I feel like he's put in a good word for us snow fans this weekend. Thank you, Dad!
