Snow way!

I'm pretty sure I could blog for the next ten years and never have another post similar to the one I'm about to do. It was simply amazing!

I guess I should really start with yesterday morning. We were getting ready for BSF when Hannah looked at me and totally out of the blue said, "I wish we lived in Chicago. It never snows here!" (Never mind the fact that we went to Chicago in early October and never experienced anything more severe than the 60's. But I digress.)

Then last night after church, Greg and his dad were talking on the phone. His dad mentioned that it had been snowing in Houston since about 4:00 that afternoon. We knew it wasn't snowing in the Golden Triangle because we were just out on the roads an hour earlier and only saw rain. But there's some childlike quality about a Texan whose ears have been tickled by that magical "s" word, and you always cling to the hope that maybe—just maybe—it will really snow this time. So when they got off the phone I opened up the back door and, sure enough, little snow flurries were drifting down into our yard.

I ran inside to tell Greg that it was snowing and convinced him to wake up Hannah since she had just made that comment earlier in the day about the snow. We let Millie sleep through it because she's probably too young to remember it anyway. Actually, Hannah pretty much slept through it, too. I was expecting her typical huge reaction, but she was too groggy to even get the tiniest bit excited. I was disappointed, to say the least, because I knew she probably wouldn't remember when she woke up in the morning and, honestly, when is she going to see something like this again in Southeast Texas?!

Little did I know that we would wake up to a winter wonderland this morning! We actually had six inches of snow! I opened up all the blinds so the girls would see the snow as soon as they came out of their room. At 7:00 I sat on the couch and waited and waited and waited. 7:10. I waited longer. 7:20. I waited a little longer. 7:30. My patience was growing thin, and finally at 7:40 Millie woke up.

"Millie," I said, "what color is the grass?"

She looked at me and said, "Green."

"No, Millie, look outside. What color is the grass?"

"Mama, the grass is green," she replied without even so much as a glance at the window. Then she wandered off into the playroom. About five minutes later Hannah woke up and gave me just the reaction I was looking for! It was the ultimate "kid on Christmas morning" face!

All day long we have been alternating between playing in the snow and coming in for hot chocolate so our hands can warm up. Most of the snow is gone by now, but there are still a few patches of it here and there. It was an amazing day that I'll definitely never forget, and I hope my kids won't either!