James and I had a wedding on Saturday.  The last wedding of the 2011 season.  If you have been up to date with my blog, you will know from some of my posts last week that I really have been amazed at the lack of snow.  Not saddened about it at all. . . just surprised.  

The wedding that we had on Saturday was for a bride and groom that were hoping for snow.  You don’t really get married in the winter if you aren’t a snow lover.  So they were a bit disappointed at the lack of it.  To their delight, it started snowing during the ceremony.  

Snow continued to fall during the reception.  

When we walked out of the country club at the end of our day, I looked around and smiled.  I was overcome with this sense of awe and wonder at the beauty of the night.  The snow was falling softly. . . it was gorgeous.  And the trees were just barely covered with the snow, making everything look so pretty.  

And then I stopped myself.  WAIT A MINUTE!  I hate the snow.  And then I panicked.  Oh no! What is becoming of me!  I am not myself.  Am I okay? . . . has someone drugged me?  Brainwashed me perhaps?  

But it’s just plain old Bethany.  And I guess it’s okay for me to relish in the beauty of the fourth season.  I didn’t mind that it waited until mid-December to show up, but golly gee. . . it really was beautiful.  

And you will never hear that come out of my mouth again.  Maybe.  

Brayden couldn’t wait to get outside.  He played out there with James, my stepdad and his dog, for awhile. He laughed and frolicked and threw snowballs at the dog.  He shoveled.  He ran.  He smiled nearly the entire time.  

And then on the way in he said to James, Daddy, I thought we were going to do something fun outside. To which I think confused everyone.  Sometimes, that little boy that I love so much doesn’t make a lick of sense.  But we still love him.