I got in the car to take my son to preschool and the radio station was playing Christmas music. All I could think of was, Are you serious? It's barely November.
My mood did not improve.
When I picked up my little boy from preschool a few snowflakes were making their way from the sky, floating to the ground, hitting my feet that were still clad in sandals. (I know, I know, I just haven't put them away yet and I was in a hurry!)
But as I stood there and watched my little boy turn his face to the sky with the biggest smile on his face to try and catch a snowflake, I couldn't help but smile with him. "Mommy! This is the best day ever! It's snowing."
We raced to the car and when we got home he went immediately to our movies and got out Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. The old one with Burl Ives in it. "We have to watch it now because it's snowing," he told me. He grabbed his favorite fuzzy blanket and stood by the couch, waiting for me.
How could I resist that?
So I spent the afternoon watching an old Christmas movie with my boy, snuggling under the blanket and drinking hot chocolate with him after the movie was over.
All because it was cold and snowing.
But it was different now. There was no grumbling. No more bad mood for me. Everything is different because of the joy on his face. And this is a day I will hold close in my heart and a memory of my little boy I will cherish forever.