“Take a deep breath. I smell snow. It’s coming. It’s just my favorite time of the year. The whole world changes color. I love snow. Everything’s magical when it snows. Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in, I’ll take it. Sleigh rides, ice skating, snowball fights, I’ll even take curling. I love curling.” (~ Gilmore Girls)
I love snow. Did you know? Love it. 
Some of the best memories of my life are wrapped up in this frozen water-wonder. Stirring homemade hot chocolate. Making snow cream. Building snowmen. Warming by the fireplace. Sleeping late on snow days. Creating snow angels. Bundling up so thick with layers upon layers that you can hardly move. Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Watching the Northern Lights in Anchorage over a snow-blanketed city. Breathing in the ice cold air and watching the whole world turn white. Love it. Love it. Love. It.
We go way back, snow and me.
When I was a kid we lived in Texas for awhile (where it never snows). It snowed. Five inches.
I watched the snow fall on the Chugach mountain peaks the day my daughter was born . . . August 13. Yes, August.
My baby boy was born on the coldest day of the year in 1993. Snowed that day too.
It snowed tonight. A mild, rainy day morphed into frigid flurries, and we will awaken to a sparkling crust icing the ground. What a perfect winter night. Stop for a minute and be in awe.
I love snow.
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