Warning: The few of you from Iowa who read this blog should just skip this post, because you will undoubtedly make fun of me afterwards. You may resume reading when I post something new.
Ok for those of you Southerners still reading who can relate, it was all I could do not to make the title of this post in all caps. Yesterday a little after noon, I happened to glance out the window and see little white flakes floating all over the sky. I promptly ran to the window and started screaming to my still groggy husband who works the night shift these days and was just waking up. "GET OVER HERE. IT'S SNOWING!" I then promptly took some pictures, ran downstairs to just stand in it and touch it. It was gorgeous, let me tell you. I felt like a little kid. I know that this is absolutely nothing compared with what is to come. But considering this is about as much snow as we had that one time in Daphne when I was 5, I decided that while it is still new to me, I am going to enjoy it as much as possible! I grabbed a giant handful of the fluffy stuff out of David's truck bed, just because it looked like fun. He laughed as I had to sit on my hands the whole way home to warm them back up. It was a good day. Now I'll let the pictures do the talking.
David broke out the brand spanking new ice scraper and cleaned off my windshield before he went to work so that I could go to Hobby Lobby. He takes good care of me. If any of you have tips for how not to lose the wonder of it - let me know! Happy Tuesday friends!
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