This winter Haley and Darcy were severely disappointed with the lack of snow in Northern Virginia.
Week after week they would ask me, “Is THIS winter?!” and I would have to remind them that yes, in fact, this warm season was all the winter they would be getting. One morning Darcy shared with me that she had wished for pink snow the previous night and had a dream it came true. I laughed and told her that the only time she would ever see PINK SNOW was in her dreams.
This week’s weather was magical. The cherry blossom tree in the front of our townhouse was in peak bloom and a steady rain of pink petals floated from it for two days straight. The girls wanted to make snow angels in the fallen petals and I couldn’t think of any good reason to withhold that from them. For an entire afternoon, most of the neighborhood was in our front yard shoveling pink petals to make “snowmen” and towers and every possible creative thing you could imagine. It was better than any snow day I had ever experienced.
I got in the fun with my new camera lens and felt like the whole day was a sweet gift reminding me of all the beauty in a world that sometimes can make me forgetful. At one point Darcy paused beside me, put down her broom/shovel and just looked up at the scene in awe. “My dream came true,” she said as though she had just been waiting for this moment to come to pass. I looked down at her, not sure what she was talking about, and then suddenly remembered our conversation from a few months ago.
I shook my head and smiled at her determined imagination. Her ability to see things others miss. I tucked a stray curl behind her ear and stroked her face that was warm with the sunlight. “I guess mommy was wrong, huh? Your dream did come true.” She loves it when she’s right and I’m wrong. Loves it a little too much. She smiled big and skipped off to shovel more of her warm snow baking in the afternoon sun.