I've never been a snow person. I don't ski. I don't like the cold. I hate driving through it. And yet I live in the mountains in Western Pennsylvania where it snows every single day of Winter here. Life is sort of ironic like that though, isn't it?
While I don't love snow, I do love the smiles it puts on my babies faces as they are laying in the powdery white stuff swinging their arms up and down to make angels or while they are barreling down through the yard on their snow tube.
And I certainly love when they come inside to warm up with hugs and cuddles from mama.