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Saturday when we all got up, it was snowing. My response was to have some hot chocolate, put a robe on and sit on the couch. My 9 year old, Drew, and the 7 month old puppy, Bentley had another idea...go out in it. Which they did, before breakfast...and which they continued to do most of the day Saturday and Sunday.
They would stay outside until they were too cold and wet and then they would come in. When Drew's coat and boots had dried enough, they were out in it again. I had never seen a dog attack and eat a snowman before but as quickly as Drew could build it, Bentley would attack it.
As I watched from the window I reflected back on the first time I saw snow. I was about Drew's age, 9 ot 10. We lived in Southern California and my parents drove me up to Big Bear and Lake Arrowhead. I remember being very cold and thinking that I liked living by the beach better.
As I watched Drew and the dog, I thought about how simple life is for 9 year old and his puppy when all they want to do is play in the snow. That is literally all they did all weekend. And I was really glad they could do that. And really glad I had warm slippers and hot chocolate.
