Every year since we've moved here there has been one day of good snow, school is canceled and we spend the day running around outside woefully under-dressed, running back inside to warm up and change clothes, only to run back outside and freeze again. We get just enough of a taste of it that I"m grateful we don't live someplace that has real snow, but I'm also grateful for our one day of snow and wouldn't mind visiting someone who gets real snow.
Well this year was different, the who winter was pretty warm and the days that we could have had snow were very dry. so I was surprised when after church one Sunday I happened to look out the window to see very slow falling rain. or at least that's what I thought it was for a split second. The kids were so excited to run outside and enjoy the snow. It only lasted a few minutes and we totally would have missed it if I hadn't been looking out the window at that precise time but the kids loved it. Notice Grant in his shorts, that boy has decided that he doesn't like pants and absolutely REFUSES to wear them, he has been in short in the chilliest of weather this winter. There are some battles I fight and some that I decide are better left unfought, this was one of those. He did put on my scarf... too bad it's more for looks then it is for warmth... funny kid.