We were promised a cold and snowy winter. That really hasn’t materialized, though I never thought we’d ever have a Michigan-style winter or anything. But, it has snowed a couple of times. The last time, many inches accumulated in the evening and overnight but it had already started to melt by morning and was messy slush by midday.

Freya loves it. She loved to watch it fall, and loved it when I carried her around outside and let her take a few steps in the backyard in the snow.

Yesterday she got a new book called “I am a Bunny.” It is awesome. Just a simple board book, with beautiful illustrations, about a cute little bunny and what he likes to do during every season. On the second to last page, winter arrives, and a big beautiful snowscape is depicted.

“Snow!” I say to Freya. She makes her happy excited sound, and looks up at the back door windows, pointing. “No, it’s not snowing now.”

She gets herself up off my lap and toddles over to the window. “Nah?” she says hopefully, peering into the backyard, where she remembers seeing snow falling weeks ago.

“I’m sorry, baby. It will snow again someday, promise.”

She goes and opens the book again to the snow page and points happily at the picture.

Freya knows and remembers so much more than we even realize.