When Carli and I got home she ran into the yard and rolled around in the snow. She loves the snow like I did when I was a kid. Carli loves it when I throw snowballs her way. When one lands in the yard she digs her head into the snow looking for it.It was 27° this morning and I opened the door to let Georgia out - she ran out, off the porch, back up the stairs and inside before the screen door could shut.

At 60 I still love the snow, just not enough to roll around in it like when I was young. But maybe I should give it a try, my inner kid might love it!