A conversation between me and Joey, about a week ago:
J: I can’t wait until it’s Christmas, and then it will snow!!
M: Honey, it probably isn’t going to snow.
J: Maybe it will, Mama
M: It doesn’t snow in Houston, Joey. . .
J: . . .but maybe it will!
M: [Remembering the couple of times it did, in fact, snow in Houston over the past 20 years, and not wanting to be made a fool of by a 3 year old, and wanting to end this conversation already] Maybe it will; you never know.
It’s a little hard to tell from this photo, but those are snowflakes on the leaves. Yes, it was a Christmas miracle: snow in Houston! Our part of the county got it early, and none of it really stuck to the ground. I thought the boy would be disappointed about that, but he was so excited to see the snow. I even got him up early from his nap for the occasion, and he rewarded me by turning to me with the most excited smiling face.
“Merry Christmas, Mama!”
Yes, Merry Christmas, Son. Of course, we then had to have a whole convo on how it was not, in fact, Christmas yet, but I’ll spare you the particulars on that one.
All this to remind you that this is the season of miracles. Just ask Joey if you don’t believe me!