Living in North Carolina, the chance of snow seems to come few and far between. We haven't quite figured it out yet, but when there's even a hint mentioned of a flake or a dusting...people seem to run to the store in droves to buy out the entire stock of bread and milk. Why bread and milk? No clue. But it seems to be a fun ritual.
Back home in Ohio, I LOVED the snow. It actually makes me sad that my kids don't get to grow up in it like I used to. Snowmen, snow forts, snowball fights, snow cream...the days were filled with play and the nights were the most quiet and beautiful picture of the world and trees covered in a blanket of sparkles.
Yes, I'll be doing a snow dance tonight right along with the kids. I know that even IF it were to snow, it would only last for a minute or two...but one can dream.
Please excuse me while I go to the store for some bread and milk...