I Feel Like I'm Living in a Thomas Kinkade Portrait.

Outside my bedroom window, tiny snowflakes dancing and frolic past my window pane to the ground below. A thin layer of snow already covers the ground and since it's noon on a school day there are no kids to play in it and disturb the white sheet with footprints and sled tracks until later this evening.

Virginia weather is always so fickle, one day it could snow and the next it could be sixty degrees. So, for us, snow is a rare and beautiful gift. We haven't had a white Christmas since my second grade year and hopefully this year will break that record.