Snow Tunnels And Friends

We woke up to Fourth Winter this morning, exactly like we were living in Narnia.  I am continually repeating to myself, “This will be so good for the grass and trees this summer,” in hopes that I eventually start believing it and accept the fact that it is always going to be winter here, without being Christmas.

But… back when it was just FIRST Winter in Small Town, USA… back when we had our original thirty-six feet of snow… Thing 2 met up with a couple of his buddies for an afternoon of outdoor play.  Their original plan was to sled, as boys love to do.  Thing 2 will ride a sled to the far ends of the earth, with a grin on his face the entire way.

These next two snapshots stopped me dead in my tracks when I opened them on my big computer.  How sweet are they?  Three friends, trudging uphill together, through the deep snow, with their sleds.  God gives us people throughout our lives, who walk beside us, and our greatest hopes as parents are that our sons will be flanked by wonderful, kind-hearted boys, walking alongside them.  I’m happy to report that these two particular boys are simply blessings from the Lord for our younger son.

Eventually, the thrill of the sleds gave way, because OH, MY GOODNESS!  YOU DID NOT TELL ME THAT YOUR DAD HAD ALREADY HELPED YOU START DIGGING SNOW TUNNELS!!!

Snow tunnels!!  Snow tunnels!!

The shovels game out, the sleds were forgotten, and the excavation team continued the work that Thing 2’s friends and their dad had started earlier that week.

I think it’s safe to say that nothing satisfies Thing 2 like having a shovel in his hand does.  Right now, he THRIVES on hard work, and shoveling is his favorite job to tackle.  Hubs and I are crossing our fingers that he still feels the same way about snow removal when he’s sixteen (and we’re ninety-four), so that he can shovel our driveway, enabling us to get our walkers out.

The boys dug and dug and DUG SOME MORE.

And then the sun started to sink, and the air got even chillier than it had been.  The moms had to convince their sons that they really couldn’t stay out all night, digging and wriggling through the snow tunnels in the dark.  There were dinners to get started and fireplaces to fire up and frozen little fingers to thaw out.

So Thing 2 and I headed for home.

And still… even though it’s Fourth Winter now, and the snow tunnels of First Winter are a month behind us… Thing 2 constantly talks about the joy he had that afternoon with his buddies.  It’s a memory I think he’ll hold onto for years to come.

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