Believe

Most of the time I write things down on the blog so that I won't ever forget. In case you didn't know, not that it matters, but I use this place as the girl's baby books. It's a lot easier for me to sit here and type up stories, mostly because I stink at spelling and Blogger has automatic spell check. But also because I seem to create better with a keyboard than with a pen and paper.
Dude. What can I say? It's my generation.
That being said, there are some things that I won't ever forget, even without writing them here. Not because I have an impeccable memory, but because Ashley won't let me forget.
About 3 months ago she woke around 1:30 in the morning and was absolutely convinced, without a doubt, that it had snowed in her room. I spent a good 30 minutes desperately trying to get her back to sleep, but it was useless. Midget just *knew* it had snowed *in*her*room*.
Period.
And NO amount of me trying to convince her otherwise was going to work.
Snow. In her room. Without a doubt. Believe it.
This must be some incredible dream because since that original snow discovery, it has snowed in her room no less than 5 times. And each time it does, she's all too eager to pull me out of bed and into her room to show me just were the fluffy white stuff has landed.
I don't understand it. And I suppose I wasn't made to. The fact that it cannot snow inside is a simple enough concept for me to grasp. But it isn't my room. And obviously it isn't my imagination.
The last occurrence of bedroom snow (about 2 mornings ago) got me to thinking: how wonderful life must be when you believe, wholeheartedly, in something that the rest of the world knows is impossible.
And what happened that I ever stopped believing?
So when Ashley drug me into her room to show me the snow, I eagerly accepted the invitation. She had me lay on her bed so she could turn out the light, because it turns out it only ever snows at nighttime when the lights are off (something I wouldn't have know had I not taken a minute to believe like I was 4 years old again).
And you'll never guess what happened when she turned off the lights and slid into bed next to me?
I saw the snow.
Such beautiful snow.
And my heart remembered what it was like to believe like a 4 year old again.
And who cares that it wasn't snow in the traditional sense? Who am I to judge? Turns out the way the lights play through her blinds and reflect onto the wall makes it look like teeny tiny little flakes of snow.
Snuggling in bed next to Ashley, watching the flakes dance on the wall, I felt something incredible. I was reminded how important it is to believe, even in something that everyone tells you is impossible. There are plenty of reasons I'm thankful for Ashley, but right now I'm most thankful that she made me open my mind to the possibility of anything.
It's no joke, people, these kiddos will teach you *so* much if you're smart enough to learn.
This is one story I didn't need to blog to remember; I'm certain my imagination, as well as my heart, will never be the same.