Snow what?

It's snowing outside right now, and that makes me happy. I love snow. I love watching it fall. I love playing in the snow. I love how clean and perfect everything looks when covered in a blanket of pristine white.

I grew up in Alabama, just far enough south that when it started snowing in the state, we'd wind up with freezing rain instead, lose our power for a week, and watch as the owners of the auto body shops in the area became wealthy. The ice was gorgeous, too, in its own way. The first morning after a night of freezing rain was amazing, as we'd wake up to a world encased in glass, glistening in the pale light. That was always fun until we decided to try to walk outside. We didn't know how to ice skate.

When I was in first grade, we had the only real snow I remember growing up. Our little town got 13 inches! The whole city shut down for a few days. My sister's boyfriend came to get us and we went to the arboretum and I got a piggyback ride through snow with no footprints (except those left by the squirrels). It was magical, and I've been hooked ever since.

Now I live where snow doesn't mean snow days, and people just go about their daily lives unless we get so much we're measuring it in feet instead of inches. It still makes me excited and full of anticipation. I mean, even if the forecast doesn't call for it, we might get two feet, right? A bad day making snowmen beats a good day at work any time!