When I raise the shade to see a yard full of pines covered in a blanket of fluffy white snow my eyes light up just the same as when I were little. I come to life. I become the equal age to my child and we dart out the door. Usually forgetting boots and coat…to much excitement to remember things of such little importance. We have things to do. 

Snow ball fights. Snow painting with colored water. Snow Angels. Creating that perfect igloo. Building a Snow Man. Sled riding.

We stay outside until every bit of us is numb and frozen. And nothing. NOTHING. Is better than coming inside to a mug full of hot cocoa and mini marshmallows. Am I right?!