It doesn't snow much in the deep South (as you can tell by the grass laughing at us). My kids (and their parents) have been blessed with three snows in the past two years that were worthy of mention. We built a snowman, threw snowballs and found out that snow actually tastes like dirt (Carolina). Mostly, we did a lot of sledding. I love to hear the sound of squealing children (and Suzanne) as they bound, uncontrollably, towards flat ground.
The world seems to stop, even rewind, to a time when I was a kid...no worries, no responsibility, no sickness, no pain, no stress...just good, ol' fashion fun. Oh yeah, with my best friends in the world-my family.
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