I've learned not to put much stock into weather forecasts and we never watch the local news. But this time felt different, and we dutifully made a trek to the store for provisions "just in case."
We waited and waited and waited. And then it started.
Small flakes but lots of them that added up to a yard full of fun.
The kids played until 7 and then there was excited talk about plans for the next day.
Doug and I took measurements as the landmarks slowly faded under a white blanket. A last glance at Facebook (to see how others were faring) noted a stranded churchmember nearby, and like my parents have done on multiple occasions, we took in an overnight guest who couldn't make it home.
The morning dawned bright.
We are so blessed to be where we are for a multitude of reasons, but today it was the sunrise.
We are situated in a valley between a large hill and a mountain.
The sun rises behind the hill and reflects off the rocky mountain top, and today it was gorgeous.
The kids scarfed downs some toast and were OUT!
Doug and I wrestled Katherine into some miscellaneous leftover snow gear for her first real experience with white stuff.
Unlike her reaction to sand, she liked it!
The boys set to work on a snow fort/igloo.
The rest of us started in on The Happy Snowcouple.
But in the south, we know how to do it right: don't overstay your welcome.
By late afternoon, all the boys plans to sleep in their creation were dashed when the structure collapsed under the power of the sun's rays.
And there wasn't anything left of last night's snowmen save a lone carrot.
But it was Real. 
And it was Fun.
It was Real Fun.
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