I live in Florida.  We don't get snow here.  I used to live other places… like Chicago and Louisville, KY where there was often lots of snow.  I remember distinctly that the threat of snow always brought a little giddiness out in our house.  It was that unexpected break from your routine.  We'd wake up early in the morning and watch the news to see if our school would be closed.  Now this happened much more frequently in Louisville than in Chicago.  Snow doesn't quite slow them down in Chicago.  

In Louisville we lived at the top of a big hill… and at the foot of that hill was creek… and on the otherside of that creek… another big steep hill.  You know what that meant… SLEDDING CENTRAL.  All of our friends would meet at our house and we would sled until we couldn't sled anymore… or until someone broke their arm (which happened too). 

We'd come inside for an afternoon snack and Mom would have hot chocolate on the stove, we'd pile on the marshmallows and then dip our warm buttered toast in the hot cocoa.  

I miss snow days. 

[First picture is from Bonnie, she had a snow day yesterday.  Second picture is from the farm, where my mom is snowed in. Third picture is Annmarie's dream house, from their big snow over Christmas.]