We don't see snow very often. When we do it almost seems magical to the kids. Okay, to me too (keep in mind, I never have to actually shovel the stuff or scrape it off my windshield). It reminds me of those few precious snow days as a kid when we'd wake up to a thick blanket of snow and hurry to tune into the radio to learn if school was cancelled. Whooping at the good news we'd don our snow gear and grab our sleds. My kids will never have school cancelled due to a snowstorm but we try to make it up to play in the snow at least once each year. We were lucky enough to be able to spend a couple days with Mitch's brother's family at their beautiful cabin here.
There was no snow when we arrived, but shortly thereafter the snow started really coming down. There's something so cozy about watching a winter storm out the window in warmth and comfort. Whenever there was a bit of a break in the storm the kids would suit up and go out to play. They had so much fun.
And the beauty of the snow took my breath away.