This morning, we woke up to see snow falling.
First snowfall of the year.
Brody is vibrating with excitement.
He ran from the sliding door facing the back to my lap looking out the front window, smiling "Snowman! Snowman!"
Jeremy said it was the first time Brody had seen snow. And I guess, in a way, that's true because he just didn't seem to care about snow last year.
Jeremy cautioned Brody that we needed more snow to make a snowman. I explained to Brody about snow angels. Brody even asked to wear a hat.
When I was driving into work about an hour later, I realized that without Brody, I'd probably be grumbling about the weather, the traffic, and the cold. Instead, I was happy and excited to watch the snow continue to fall.
And now I cannot wait for Christmas eve, when we leave cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer and read Twas the Night Before Christmas.
And Christmas morning, when the three of discover what Santa left for us.
Having a child is more fulfilling than I ever thought it would be. The biggest part of my joy comes from helping Brody to experience the fanciful and watching his eyes twinkle while he discovers whole new worlds. And he takes us on the ride with him.