I’m sure it has snowed on Valentine’s Day before, but I can’t remember ever waking up on February 14th to a legitimate winter wonderland. I read in the news that 49 of our 50 states had snow this week. Crazy!
I’m pretty sure I would have remembered a white Valentine’s Day. When I was a little girl, my parents would get my sister and me Valentine gift bags full of stuffed animals, chocolate and suckers, heart-decorated socks, lip gloss, and other items little girls love.
Then in high school, my girlfriends and I anxiously anticipated our names being called over the loud speaker to see if someone had sent us flowers to the office. Luckily, my mom and another mom always sent at least a carnation so we could appear to have a sweetheart at times when we did not.
Valentine’s Day memories from college are a bit vague, probably because we were all too broke to do anything other than eat at the dining hall then watch a movie or order Papa John’s pizza. Valentine’s dates with my husband have been sweet and special, nice dinners and simple gifts.
When I was teaching full-time, we always hosted a dance on or around Valentine’s Day so the parents of our adolescents would have child care and could go on a date. I hold a lot of Valentine’s memories, but none involve this much snow.
I’m typically a sufferer of cabin fever, but during this storm, it hasn’t been so bad. Perhaps it’s because my family desperately needed some time together due to our busy schedules, and the snow forced us all to slow down. We played, cleaned, watched movies, cooked, and just hung out. I was even battling strep throat for part of our arctic vacation and still enjoyed myself. Perhaps I did not get cabin fever because my five-year old is obsessed with sledding and would go out with Daddy and not return for three hours, eliminating three hours of potential sibling fighting. Ahhh…peace.
The little one isn’t too keen on the white stuff. He and I pretty much hunkered down inside while the big boys stayed out sledding, building snow forts, throwing snowballs, and designing snowmen/snow-women. Perhaps I didn’t get cabin fever because we’re lucky enough to live in one of those neighborhoods like the one in Sandlot where when one kid drags his sled up The Hill, all the kids (and parents) come out with their sleds and before we know it, there are 12 people at the top of The Hill, pairing up and sled swapping, strategizing how to make the ride faster or more fun.
We also have good friends who are from Iowa and will drive in any type of weather. I love this about them because I know that even in a snowstorm like this one, they’ll drive over to visit. They came yesterday, and the boys practiced snowboarding down The Hill before we fed them snow cream with sprinkles for dinner.
I guess our frigid staycation has to end today. The main roads are clear (sort of), and it’s supposed to warm up today (slightly). Furthermore, we have some necessary errands to run since we’ve been inside for three days. Don’t get me wrong, I am a little excited about wearing something other than pajamas or sledding clothes, but I have truly, truly enjoyed this time.
From the pictures on Facebook and Instagram, it seems like everyone, no matter the age, has been able to relax and have a little fun over the past several days. I know I personally was smack in the middle of life’s rat race, and so I thank God that he blanketed my world in snow so I could stop and remember that the big things in life aren’t as important as the little things.
I hope you will have some time with your loved ones today or this weekend. Got any big plans? Either way, have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I know that I will never forget this one.