first snow + favorite ornaments
The first big snow is my favorite day of the year.
I bathe and breathe and wallow in the magic of those first big fluffy flakes, watching with utter glee as they coat the snappy black tree branches, bare from leaves and ready for some new jewelry. I walked to school early yesterday morning, alone in the beauty of the first falling snow and the deep pewter sky. I laughed as the flakes stuck to my eyelashes and the tip of my nose, skipping a little (not too much — ice, you know). Along with the approach of Christmas, it is a lovely thing.
As I’ve been decorating my apartment, remnants of my childhood make me feel whole as they remind me that I indeed do have a past to treasure and still learn from every day. I found this record at a vintage shop in Pittsburgh this summer and I was overjoyed, as I remembered having this exact record (not CD!) growing up. And as I decorated my tree with ornaments I’ve gathered over the years, it made me laugh when I pulled out what has always been my favorite ornament. Is it any surprise now that she’s been my favorite since I was four years old?
In a broader arch, the first week of Advent is coming to a close and I feel bone-deep the anticipation of the season. It’s not just Christmas or the birth of Christ that I anticipate; it’s much closer than that. I am choosing to look at life with the hope that miracles still happen each and every day. There is still more to amaze and surprise, even when I feel like all I’ve been doing is waiting. He still has words to speak and sometimes, they will come in the form of silence. As I watch the snow fall and enjoy the magic of this first beautiful event, I hold that hope closer than ever.
What are you hopeful for?