Small and delicate flurries. But snow nonetheless.
Olivia came home from school declaring she had made snowballs at recess.
I'm not sure what kind of snow balls she made from this stuff, but I've got some excited kids that's for sure.
The first snow is so magical.
Snow in March... not so much. Remind me in about four months of my early excitement as I'm cursing this stuff and threatening to move to Florida.
As for today, I'm sitting in my toasty home, listening to Christmas music and dreaming of a White Christmas. Loving every minute of it.