So let me get this bit of bitterness out of the way before I start — our old house, an hour from here, got 10 inches of snow this weekend, and our new house got zero.
Strike one, new house! Don’t make me move back to Atlanta — I will turn this car around and go right back there! Don’t think I won’t!
Okay, now let’s talk about the snow I did find! Ha!
Saturday morning, after waking up for hours to check for snow because surely we would get *some* snow — and then realizing we weren’t — I texted Rachel (who lives 20 minutes from us) at 7 a.m. to ask if she had any. And SHE DID! It wasn’t a lot — but it was real, actual snow, and that’s all that mattered!
I seriously raced around here like a crazy person, grabbing all the wrong things — because if there’s one thing I know about a dusting of snow in Georgia, it’s that it doesn’t last long! Whatever, man! We were in wrong shoes, wrong gloves, and wrong pants, but we were also PLAYING IN THE SNOW!
We got to Rachel’s and PLAYED! We threw snowballs, we made snow angels, we built a snowman, we went sledding, we went for a hike through the woods, we caught snowflakes on our tongues — we did it all in the TWO HOURS there was snow. Ha! It was hilarious, and awesome, and I was thrilled.
The kids were beyond excited. They loved everything. They really, really did.
I loved walking through the woods with the girls, and sledding with Tom when it was just the two of us. It was just pure fun.
Georgia snow doesn’t hardly ever happen, and it really doesn’t in December. We usually have some sort of gross icy/snow mixture in February that shuts everything down, but this…this was snow.
It was just a little bit, but it was enough.