It is always a magical experience to wake up in the South to snow. I remember praying for snow as a child and now I see the excitement in my children's faces at the mention of the word. The crazy thing about Georgia is that the meteorologists can never figure out when and how much it will snow here.
Tuesday, I had been watching my weather app like a hawk. I would love to be a weather man. I love tracking storms, rain, and snow. I turned on the local news while I was preparing chicken in the instant pot and saw a strange shift in the prediction. Where they had been predicting a light dusting was now showing up to three inches possible. It's a shift like that that makes me feel like God is listening to my heart's desires. I still had dinner to cook and a meeting to attend but my mind was on the incoming snow.
Here in Georgia, we almost always cancel school when it snows. We just don't have the salt trucks and snow plows needed to clear the roads. Our crazy temps often make keeping them free from ice nearly impossible. We ended up getting two days off.
We love these precious days off with a warm fire in the fire place, soggy mittens hanging on the fire screen, and hot meals made from scratch on the stove. I hope that my children love these special memories sprinkled with snow as much as I do. We got little more than basic farm chores done but the giggles and cuddles make it so sweet.
Vasek and Brooke
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