My Dad called me from Alabama last night to tell me he'd heard the reports.
New York City was bound to experience the first snow of the season today.
Growing up in the Deep South, I saw snow for the first time when I was thirteen and a freak snow "storm" hit our southeastern corner of Alabama. My Dad and I built a snowman that stood about 8 inches tall, and due to fastly rising temperatures, was subsequently destined to a life in our freezer.
My Mama remembers my little girl self saying, "Someday I want to live some place where it snows. Really snows."
And now I do.
We are two days shy of Halloween and NYC is welcoming it's first snow of the season.
Well, I am welcoming it at least.
Walter, our door man, nearly cussed me as I stepped out our front door to take pictures of the beautiful white magic.
"Pssh, You and your husband love this stuff. Hrmph."
"Yes, yes we do, Walter," I replied.
My phone looks like it's celebrating the chunky flakes along with me.
Our jack-o-lantern, Fred, sits lighted on the coffee table while Justin gets a few more minutes of sleep.
I whispered to both of them, It's snowing.
Fred the Jack gave me a knowing flicker and Justin gave me a tender smile and nodded.
There is food to cook, a Halloween costume to make, laundry that won't do itself.
But for now, I'm going to sit here wearing my man's long sleeved green thermal just a little bit longer watching the sight out my window.
My Dad was right and the wish I told my Mama came true.
It's snowing in New York City.
And I am living here to see it.