We arrived at the hotel to find the entire backyard covered in a fresh layer of snow. While the adults were fretting about the delayed baggage, the boys were whooping with joy.
“Look mummy! We’re making snow angels!”. Soon, we were all lying on the snow, moving our arms up and down like them, making snow angels.
It has been six years but I still remember their gleeful faces so vividly. That was the first time they saw snow and oh, how they loved it!
“Can we stay in this hotel all week and just play with snow?” they implored.
“We’ve lots of other interesting places to visit. You’ll see a lot more snow, I promise.”
As I flip through the album now, I see their exuberance… whether they were making snow angel or snowballs, having snow fights or building a snowman... in the small villages in Budapest, the beautiful city of Prague or the icing sugar city of Salzburg … how I love their joyful little faces and the brotherly love.
“Do you still remember the places we went to in Eastern Europe?” I asked the other day.
“We only remember the snow.”
Some memories just stay with us forever.
Making a snow angel.