When I was a little girl snow was like a fantasy dream come true.Now, I wouldn't say it is a nightmare, but it isn't something I love like I used to. Now I worry about people having car accidents, or just slipping. Thinking about shoveling snow, the cold temperature and some of the negative aspects. Snowflakes are still beautiful.
I don't remember why I don't think about getting all bundled up in our warm fuzzy coats with scarves and mittens and hats, to go out and play in the snow. We would lay down in the snow making snow angels, and work on building snow men sometimes they were lucky when we were little girls (my sister and me) to be as tall as we were, even when we had rolled the parts of them in the snow what seemed to us like a very long time.
One of the most fun Snow Memories was the snowball fight we had in front of the museum of Natural History with my Uncle Fred. Things like that would make him impossible not to love. (And taking one more picture at Christmas 14 or 15 times).
I don't know why the first things I think of when I think of snow is my car sliding off the road 2 different times. Once was close to home, and the other was driving to my Grandparents, but I happened to be 6 blocks from my Uncle Duane's home. Which was truly a blessing. He dropped everything he was doing and came and helped me then. That would make him impossible not to love as well.
Now when the temperatures drop I have gotten out the quilts that my Aunt Betty made me, and cuddled up under them, making it hard not to love her. When we were little we used comforters my Grandmother made, which made it hard not to love her.
After the days playing in the snow, we went in and had cocoa, and possibly cookies in front of the fireplace and looked at photograph albums of everyone we loved.
Worry never solved anything. I pray that I start seeing the sparkling snowflakes and enjoying the snow again. Remembering sleding and snowfights and snowangels. One of the most beautiful things I think of when it comes to snow is cardinals in the snow.
I pray I quit worrying about what may happen. Worrying never solved anything and it won't start either. I might as well enjoy the shiny snowflakes drifting down from Heaven just like feathers from angel's wings, and consider the beautiful memories of the past and simply remember to be careful when I must walk and/or drive on the ice.