the holiday season came and went, and as we made the drive from los angeles to the deserts of arizona i had my fingers crossed that we'd find ourselves some snow over christmas. my hopes weren't high, knowing the chance of such a thing in arizona. but the odds were in my favor because we spent the holiday tucked in the woods at our family ranch. i was banking on it being our best shot at getting snow. the days ticked by and i read my book, ate copious amounts of chocolate and holiday treats, and waited for white puffs to fall from the sky.
waking up on christmas morning, no matter how old i get, i'm always going to run to the window and look out and pray to see snow. this christmas i had no such miracle...i did a mini-mope and then sighed heavily and accepted my findings. it wasn't until around lunchtime when we were minding our own business eating christmas ham with family, that i noticed a sparkly flake through the window behind my aunt's head. i gasped! i couldn't believe it. i was SO excited i interrupted the table conversation and could hardly hold still. immediately following the meal i gallivanted and frolicked (the only appropriate words for such a jolly occasion) in the snow, making sure to really soak it up in case it stopped. it snowed for a good couple hours, and then faded with the sun. i was so grateful for my christmas miracle and those quiet moments spent in the cold, watching the flakes fall onto my nose and catching them to melt on my tongue.