I've now been in Tennessee for a little over a month. I've filled the car up once and still have almost half a tank left! You would think I would have all the boxes unpacked by now if I'm not using up gas going anywhere . . .
On Saturday, it snowed. It was the perfect snow -- already snowing when we woke up, we were able to just watch it all morning without going anywhere, it covered the ground and trees, and then melted off (mostly) by the end of the day. No freezing streets. Dog was bewildered. Just peed on the very edge of the grass and ran back in as fast as his little legs would carry him. Which, quite frankly, is what I would do if I were forced out to do my duty in the snow.
The first time my husband and I lived in Tennessee (almost 25 years ago!), it was right after we were married. We weren't able to travel to for Christmas, so our first Christmas was just us. On Christmas Eve, it snowed. It was the first White Christmas I remember ever being a part of. I thought it only happened in Christmas songs. It felt like a gentle blessing on our marriage and our new life together.
In a sense, we're starting a new life together now as well. Kids are grown and basically out of the house . . . just the dog left. The snow this year seemed like a "welcome back to Tennessee" greeting. Merry Christmas and may all your Christmases be white.
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