Andrea: Snow

I've heard people say that bad things come in threes. Lately I say that bad things come like snow; in abundance at random and mostly unpredictable times.

Snow means you miss out on 8 hours of internship time; Snow means snow days for happy children and student teachers (like Erin.)

Snow means that group therapy is cancelled after you've already driven 30 minutes with a near stranger to get there for a class assignment; Snow means you talk for an hour with someone you may not have otherwise talked to for an hour.

Snow means traffic is slow and the roads and sidewalks are a mess; Snow means friends and neighbors work together to dig out each others cars.

Snow means that unsuspecting families get sad phone calls; Snow means unsuspecting friends get happy phone calls because there's a little extra time.

Snow means it takes longer to walk to class; Snow gives me something pretty to look at while I walk to class.

Snow makes Astronomy lab colder and longer; Snow means there's hot chocolate waiting for me when I get back (thanks, Christine)

Maybe being in Heaven now doesn't mean that there's never snow, it just means that there is beauty juxtaposed to sadness. Maybe Heaven is not the absence of bad things, but the presence of friendship to go with it.