The call came later than I expected.
But it came.
I waited.
I waited for the kids to come running down the stairs, eagerly asking if school is closed.
I waited patiently for a stirring.
Nothing.
After a while I receive a text.
School?
I send back an elaborate video explaining, in a sing song voice that school is CANCELLED!
Another text comes in.
School?
I send the same video to that child!
And again. . . I wait!
I wait for the sound of running on the stairs!
The screaming as the realization hits that it’s snowed and there’s a snow day!
I wait for the rush of snow pants and boots and a race to the sledding hill.
Instead.
I receive two texts.
Funny mom.
(referring to my video)
Good Night.
That’s it?
A snow day!
And no one comes down the stairs.
My, how life has changed.
I miss those days of flurry and excitement over a snow day.
There would be no going back to bed!
The day would be full and rich.
A sort of Sabbath.
An unexpected day of togetherness.
The day did not disappoint though.
The older kids had the day off as well.
Soon there was a kitchen full of kids and their friends and my coffee buddies grand daughter.
There were pancakes and bacon to cook .
The farmhouse table was full.
There was laughter and fighting.
The food disappeared and soon the flurry of snow pants and jackets began.
The gathering of sleds and boots and finding hats.
I was left with the dishes and a loud silence after their departure.
There wasn’t a snow day for me.
But I didn’t mind.
Not one bit.
The crew would return hungry for hot chocolate and food.
I turn on the stove and begin a big pot of potato soup.
Rosy cheeks and cold bellies will be clamoring for warmth .
I turn on the fire and continue to reclaim the counter and table space.
I am so grateful.
I prayed many years ago that I would never know an empty house.
That there would always be children.
That there would always be fellowship around our farmhouse table.
We all piled into the living room and decided to educate the friends on the Davis kids favorite Movie.
White Christmas.
We sang along to Bing’s gorgeous voice and created memories that will last beyond any gift we could ever give.
I am thankful for:
Snow days
The scurry of activity of our kids and their friends
Hot chocolate
Big pots of steaming soup
Home made cookies
Large cups of coffee
Bing Crosby and that voice and baby blues
Laughter and joy in this old farmhouse
the farm boy and his girl friend stopping by for dinner
my farmer who didn’t get to enjoy a day off
kids who want to be home
a God who has given us much grace though the years
friends who know we need wood and help in anyway they can
daughters who will get up at three to help with farm chores
card games and a big farmhouse table
home
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