Snow and more snow. Storms and ice and slushy driving. The weather outside is frightful, as the song goes- but it's wonderful inside my home. The four of us have been holed up at home, ever since Alex arrived (on Christmas break from college) at midnight, Thursday night, at our local airport. We drove home and had hot chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches at 1am and talked until 2am and then we crashed in our beds.
I woke up the next morning grinning from ear to ear: my boy was home safe and sound. And then the next snow storm hit- but it didn't matter. Our fridge was stocked, Alex was asleep in bed, the power stayed on, and we were all together.
From one snowstorm to the next, it's all a blur to me as to which storm I'm in the middle of: the first storm (an onslaught of ice and freezing rain) we lost power, the second storm hit right after Alex arrived, and then this morning it was so bad that even local churches cancelled services. I think this is the third storm. But it won't be the last- that I know for sure.
Last night I slept to the sound of pouring rain- even though it wasn't raining outside. My best friend, Mu, bought me an interesting Christmas present that just shows how well she knows me. It's one of those noise machines that have different sounds you can choose from: the sound of a waterfall, the sound of a heartbeat (that one is a bit scary sounding), the sound of birds in a forest, the sound of rain pouring down. I chose the rain.
I've always loved the sound of rain as long as I am indoors and dry and warm when the sound of rain is occurring. Mu knows I am a light sleeper and that this noise machine could help me relax. It did. I slept like a log last night. I slept through all that rain. And then woke up to another blast of snow and whiteout and frost and cold.
But it's all good- cause I keep getting through every storm; and lately,even, with a smile on my face.