A snowflake is one of God’s most fragile creations, but look what they can do when they stick together! ~ Anonymous
You know, I am definitely more of a cool weather girl. I tend to favor fall and winter over the heat and humidity. You know what? I think Kyle is the same. He hates being overheated and sweaty, he tends to be a salt water covered kid, all year round. Sometimes perspiration just pours from his head. Even when he was a tiny little baby, I used to walk around with him in a papoose type of baby carrier. I would place him in this backwards type of book bag, hanging off of my chest. I loved it, he was safe and my hands were free. Man, did Kyle make me hot! It wasn’t too bad in the winter, he was like my space heater, but in the summer it was rough. I’m not really a sweaty person, which doesn’t do me any good when I run, but having Kyle lay on me and radiate heat, makes my body start to sweat.
Off of that tangent and onto another… Lately we’ve had unseasonable weather. It’s been in the 50’s and rainy, except this week, which is just cold with a hint of snow. I will admit, during the dog days of summer, I do wish for winter. I enjoy all seasons, but I love snow! I don’t know if it’s from me or not, but Kyle always wishes for the snow to fall too. He loves to sled ride and be my little snowboarder buddy. I started Kyle out on a board when he was three years old. Taking him on my snowboard in front of my parents house, which is on a slight down hill that opens up into my uncle’s field, that was the easiest way to start him out. I had Kyle stand in the middle of the board while I was strapped in, holding his hands. We would go down the hill and eventually fall over into the fluffy snow. We had a blast!! Sometimes, during our trek across the driveway, before getting any momentum, we would get stuck and dad would stand there to give my shoulder a push and get us going again.
Going down hill wasn’t so bad, not that that’s a surprise. But it was tough unstrapping my bindings and carrying my board up the hill while holding Kyle’s hand. He had a hard time walking in the deep snow. Those little legs where just long enough to get up over the snow, let along make them move up a hill covered in snow. It was all totally worth it! We must have made at least 20 runs before calling it day. In fact, we kept it up in the dark. Dad turned on the spotlights along side the house so we could see. We rode until I realized Kyle’s gloves were pretty wet and his hands were getting cold. He didn’t want to go in, but I told him I would make us hot chocolate and we would warm up. Reluctantly he agreed. Even though my body felt like I ran a marathon, not that I know what that feels like, but I can only imagine.
Now back to the present day, last Wednesday to be exact. As Kyle and I watched the news, showing a brief clip about the town in Alaska that was dumped with 18 feet of snow, (Yep, not inches, we’re talking feet) it was funny, I could see Kyle’s brain trying to comprehend what he heard, making sure he understood what the news anchor reported. I said, “Did you hear that? They have 18 to 20 feet of snow. Not inches, FEET!” Putting a real emphasis on FEET. His eyes were in shock and then he turned his head toward the front door, threw up his hands and gave a ‘Where’s our snow?’ gesture. Meanwhile, it was raining pretty hard outside. I said, “I guess it’s all in Alaska.” I knew what his response was all about. You see, Kyle looks forward to hanging with me on the mountain, as do I. It’s hard enough to maintain patience for myself when I’m waiting on the snow, but trying to be patient with Kyle is an almost unrealistic task.
Recently we did start receiving snow, which I knew would eventually come and currently go. But I must say, those 18 feet seem like more fun than our couple of inches and light dusting. I’m really blessed and happy that Kyle and I have our hobby together. Maybe that’s why I look forward to winter. I get to hang with my Narrow in God’s country.
Check out the Cordova Alaska snow situation.