Over the last two days, we've had the season's first real snow storm. Between 10-15 inches have fallen. Yesterday, we got home from a wonderful weekend at a local water park to find another 3-4" had dropped since our plow guy had evidently been there in the morning. I got the older children outside, and we shoveled a path to the car and through the driveway so that, if it snowed again, it wouldn't be so deep. (What incredible exercise. Who needs a gym when you have snow to shovel?)
Good thing we did, too. This morning, you absolutely can not tell where we dug yesterday afternoon. Furthermore, for one of the few times since we moved here three years ago, there is snow on the window panes. The cats are begging to come in. If the dog was not still at the sitters, we'd have to trudge through a big pile on the front porch to get him outside for his business.
Inside, however, it's warm, we have good coffee in the pot, we have some corn for poppin', the youngest daughter is being cute and funny, and all is well with the world. Praise God. And let's pray for those who are cold, hungry, thirsty, and lonely (the coldest cold of all).