I love snow. Love it a lot. I even don't mind driving in it. Once you get the trick of it, it's really no big deal. (note: your brakes are completely useless unless you are going 2 miles and hour or less.)
It's the light and the silence. I went outside last night and it was a meditation in an instant. No tricks to quiet the mind. No counting or breathing properly. Just instant and immediate silence and beauty. I realized I think of heaven as blanketed in snow. Silent and cool.
In other news, Betty is sick. She is sick in such a person-like way. Babies are sick in a sort of preternatural angelic way. They fuss and cry and then go alarmingly silent. Staring, pale with pink rimmed eyes.
Betty is just sick and feels like crap. She has a fever and while it isn't an alarmingly high fever (100.4) it won't go down. She lied around today, slept for four and a half hours this afternoon, won't drink anything. She just sat on my lap most of the afternoon and evening. She sucked her thumb, played vaguely with an old rattle she likes, and moaned "Uuuuuuuuuggghh. Aaaahhhhuuuuugggh." She'd turn around to be held to my shoulder and rocked a bit and then would sit down again to futz with her rattle and "Uuuuuuugh."
I have the rare experience as a mom of knowing EXACTLY how she's feeling.