Like, legit - it's coming down so much you can hear it out there. It's such a beautiful sound. Gorgeous!
While I really can't stand the winter, big dumpings of snow just make me feel like a kid again. It reminds me of the big snow days in Owen Sound, where I grew up, where the snow was clearly 100 feet deep. And, it's true, we jumped off of our 2nd story deck, into the snow below. And Did sliced her head open (funnyyyy). We also walked barefoot in the snow to school, in our father's pajamas, uphill both ways. Legit.
I've met my match, though, people. TheGuy? He loves it more than I do.
Although he typically takes half an hour of constant prodding to wake up, today, 40 minutes earlier than his usual wake up time, he blinked at me and said “did it snow?” I was all “yeah!!!!!! It snowed a LOT!”
He leaped out of bed like a child on Christmas morning, threw on some clothes, ran downstairs, and headed directly outside, gleefully shoveling off the car, remarking on how “the snow is up to the bottom of the cars!”, and “the snow is at least 20 centimetres! Don’t you think it’s 20 centimetres?” He was in heaven.
Then, when we finally hit the road, we pulled onto the road and he exclaimed happily:
“Ooooooooh, it pays to have standard, baby! I’m in CHARGE! I’m a God! I’m the God of the Road.”
Happy snow day!