We has big snow in Atlanta and it felt like home. As the snow fell and fell a wonderful sense of calm came over me. The world outside my windows looked like the world I lived in for so long up north. But as a I recall those days I never remembered being so excited about snow unless it was Christmas or school was cancelled (which rarely happened in the land of salt and plentiful snowplows). We worked around the snow and dealt with the snow. We never experienced the snow like this.
Today as I drove my boys to soccer practice we were captivated with the remnants of numerous snowmen. Everywhere. It was unlike anything I had ever seen growing up in Ohio. Yard after yard had a tiny snowman left melting, some with little mittens and branches sticking out. It filled me with utter joy. The people of Atlanta don't take the snow for granted. It is so seldom and random that snow falls and actually accumulates that it becomes an event here. The more we drove, the more we laughed. We began a competition to see which side of the road had more snowmen. They were everywhere! I could picture families stepping away from technology to bask in the pure delight of a snowfall. Did they have snowball fights and make snow angels too? It reminded me of the Goethe quote "nothing is more important than this day." We sure did live in the moment on our snow day, Atlanta.
I must now pose the question of what are we taking for granted?