As many of you already know, we moved from the mid-Atlantic to Dixie this past summer. The one thing we are really missing this winter is snow. I have the weather forecasts for our old town, the towns of relatives, and our new home on my homepage, so the kids will often peek over my shoulder and sigh, "There's snow at our old house." or "There's snow at Grandma and Grandpa's." I try my best to point out the silver lining, "Yeah, but you'll be at the playground in shorts and t-shirts in March when all of your friends up north are still in snowsuits and sloshing through the dirty slush." In my stronger moments (when I am happy to not have to be shoveling snow), I may say something like, "God brought us to this place, and if He wants us to have snow, He can provide it."
Well, it seems He heard the prayers of my children for "just a little snow" because we are expecting up to an inch overnight tonight, and tomorrow's high is supposed to be about 24 degrees, so it looks like it will stick around a bit. Guess I had better see if I can figure out where I put those mittens and hats.