I grew up in Iowa and got quite used to having snow on my birthday. I loved it--except in Kindergarten.
That year, school was cancelled on my birthday and I couldn't take my class treat--cupcakes--to school. Sure, I took the cupcakes the next day, but it just wasn't the same. And neither were the cupcakes, for that matter.
Plus, I had to wait ALL day for my dad to get home from work so I could open my presents. Apparently, dads go to work even when school is cancelled. Talk about torture for a six-year-old. Life doesn't get much harder than resisting the desire to open presents until 5:00 p.m.
Back to today's snow, it actually was rain earlier today. I thought dressy heels would be okay in the rain in the church parking lot, but I kept slipping and sliding. Fortunately, I never actually fell, but the slipping did cause me to re-evaluate my decision to wear the dressy heels...but risking life and limb for fashion is sometimes a necessity.
So maybe snow isn't quite a birthday tradition, but I definitely associate snow with my birthday. Except for the three years I lived in Georgia. It didn't snow on those birthdays. Ever.
So here's to hoping I have a white birthday. I do think I need a song with a color in the title...I've already highlighted "Blue Skies."
Okay, I give in. Today's song is "White Christmas" sung by, of course, Bing Crosby.
And here's a heads-up surprise: I'm releasing my version of "White Christmas" later this year on Jazzy Christmas to You III.
