I must be dreaming

I must be dreaming was the thought we all had on Saturday morning when we woke to find 3 inches of snow on the ground in our little village outside of Düsseldorf. Spencer said to Tamara - "smack me. I think I'm dreaming." Shantal said the same thing to Emma when they saw the snow. In the "Dachgeschoss" or attic floor where we sleep and the windows are slanted I could see the piled up snow on the window. I thought no way can that be true. I looked outside and could see white trees and roof tops, but still did not believe it was more than a dusting. But as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw that it was was real snow, about 3 inches.

It was real enough that we could build a snowman and play in the snow for a bit. It was a great fun. In the afternoon when I was heading down the hill to a neighbors house I breathed in the cool winter air, looked up at the clear crisp blue sky, dotted with a few large fluffy clouds, and then noted the streams of water flowing down the street winding their way under and through the snow that was still strewn across the street. I felt like I was at home. I love the snow. It is wonderfully refreshing.

Tamara or I will post some pics from the snow soon. Tamara goes into the hospital tomorrow to prepare for the surgery on Wednesday.