Snow, Snow, Snow

Snow. That song from White Christmas keeps running through my head, nice background music for the lovely scenery outside. I am sitting in my comfy chair, looking out the window and pretending I am Rosemary Clooney for a moment with dreamy Bing falling in love with me, crooning away about snow, snow, snow. Jeff always ruins the moment by reminding me that in real life ol' Bing wasn't quite so dreamy. I don't care. His voice makes me melt.

Back to the snow...I love it. Especially the first real snow. We went sledding yesterday after school and I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. They went up and down the hill dozens of times, racing, crashing, laughing, crashing some more. Paige was loving every minute of it. She went down alone on her little saucer sled then tromped back up the hill, ready for more. When did she get so big? Jeffrey and Owen took turns carrying her sled up the hill, I didn't even have to ask. When did they get so big? We stayed until it was almost dark and then came home for wassail and cinnamon rolls. The wassail was not such a hit, the cinnamon rolls were. They all woke up today, delighted that there was enough snow to go sledding again and then maybe again too. So am I.