We got snow last Friday. Eric was taking the Passat into the dealer for work and I wasn't about to drive the new Pilot up the big hill to school, so Max had some time to play before dad got home and took him to school. We don't get snow often, and when we do it kind of wrecks havoc on the roads. Let's just say we don't get much practice driving in snowy, icy conditions...
Anyway, Max got all bundled-up and headed out to play in the snow. I grabbed my camera (again, not many opportunities to take photos of the snow...) and stood in the garage and snapped away while he played.
I'm thankful the for snow we get on occasion. It brings out the child-like wonder in all of us. I still get a little giddy when I see the snow falling before I head to bed, or when I wake-up and find an inch or two on the ground. It's fun. It's magical.
Max decided to try some snow and see how it tastes.
In these pictures I can see in his face just a hint of the baby/toddler face he once had.
Perhaps I see it more now since I'm pregnant and getting ready to welcome another little face to the family - I don't know... But it does make me realize just how big Max is getting. It makes me happy and a bit sad all at the same time. There is a part of me that wishes I could keep him little forever - with big hazel eyes, long lashes, round cheeks, the perfect little nose... I know I can't keep him little though.
So with a grateful heart I pick-up my camera and try to capture a bit of his littleness while I still can.