It’s not the biggest deal. Snow. I get that. Except when it’s the first time your children see it, the first time they run outside to taste it. The first time they run back inside to ask when the rich hot chocolate will be ready. It’s a big deal then. Firsts. And snowfall holds a little magic in its balance. It’s strange how life can be full of deadlines and to-dos, but then suddenly becomes something else: something in that old black hat they found. Whimsical. Frosty. Marshmallows. Toes. Cuddling… and yes, hot pots of chocolate. Noses pressed against windows, slurping from spoons, cozy in our jammies, snuggling under one big comforter, reading books. My favorites.