There’s something magical about fresh snow, especially when you get to experience it through the eyes of a child. Yesterday, we bundled up in layers, leashed up the dog, and stepped outside for a simple walk around our complex—only to have it turn into the kind of memory I’ll cherish forever.
At first, our little one was hesitant. He stood there, wide-eyed, lifting his boots slowly as he realized he could actually walk on the snow. It was like watching him take his first steps all over again, except this time, his footprints left tiny impressions in the fresh white powder. His giggles filled the crisp air as he tested the crunch beneath his feet, looking back at us every few steps as if to say, Are you seeing this?!
Then came the snowballs. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that snow wasn’t just for walking—it was for throwing. Before we knew it, he was scooping up handfuls (well, as much as his tiny hands would allow) and launching them at us with a proud little ha! Our dog, caught up in the excitement, ran circles around us, kicking up snow with every bound.
We chased, dodged, and laughed, our faces cold but our hearts so, so warm. There was no rush, no agenda—just us, the snow, and the pure joy of a toddler discovering winter in a whole new way.
By the time we made it back inside, our cheeks were rosy, our gloves were damp, and our little snowball warrior was ready to eat some dinner. And as I watched him eating, I couldn’t help but smile—because today wasn’t just another walk in the snow. It was a moment of magic, a simple day turned into a memory we’ll hold onto forever.
Do your little ones love the snow? Tell me your favorite winter memory in the comments! ❄️💙
