Nothing is sweeter than watching your children enjoy the beauty of the first fallen snow. When I was little, I remember praying for snow every chance I could get, and actually thinking that God would send me snow flakes. It's amazing how this billowing white stuff can affect kids so much. Greyson woke up first thing this morning and ran to the window to watch it trinkle down. I wasn't sure if he would remember the snow from last winter, but he did. He had to go outside and see it for himself. While this was only a gentle dusting, it was pouring when I snapped these pictures, and because we live on top of a mountain, it looks much worse than it actually was. Nevertheless, it was beautiful, and we both enjoyed it so.
I guess this is the official kick off of the Kentucky season of snow-cream, snow mans, polar vortexes and snow days. May you all enjoy the winter time as much as my two year old does!
