We had a steady stream of snow storms in Colorado during February, many coming in on the weekend. This meant that on the following Mondays, which
These battles take place when we are leaving my parents house, after dinner, when it is dark and cold outside. Temperature doesn’t seem to matter and I think the girls get an adrenaline rush that makes them invisible to the cold.
It only lasts a few minutes, with a few opportunities to reload. I am asked to be the official snowball maker.
So after the initial snowball battle, we had settled into the car seats and I was reversing out of the driveway. The girls were still giggling in the pure joy of ‘winning’ the snowball fight and warming their hands in their blankets.
Then wham! A snowball bursts across the windshield with a big thud. The girls go quiet for a second, and then Maggie says, “Nani just blasted the car!”. And then another hits the window. This time followed by “Let’s get out of here, Nani is really good at throwing snowballs!”
As I was driving us home, with the girls, the insight for this blog hit me.
Never pass on an opportunity to have a snowball fight with your grandma!
Mixing Pod Insight
These moments in life don’t and won’t happen every day. Embrace them and celebrate them when you can!
