I have to admit that I've been completely dreading the arrival of this Winter weather.  I am the type of person that would love to swish my magic wand and give Arkansas a tropical climate.  I completely identify with people who have a Winter home on the other side of the country someplace warm.  (Actually, I can't wait to BE one of those people!)  Anyways, as the sleet and snow continued to fall all day and all night, I was totally disgusted by it.  Of course, I was thrilled to have my kiddos home - but I was wishing they were home for some other reason.  Sitting there, thinking about the snow day, I wondered when they stopped being so magical?  From the time I was little to my teenage years, if there was snow, I bundled up and jumped on my sled.  I even put food coloring in spray bottles full of water so I could spray paint the snow outside of our house. 

The last time we had a snow like this was my freshman year in college.  I specifically remember layering on my clothes, putting plastic bags over my shoes, grabbing my 35mm FILM camera, and heading across campus to take pictures of anything and everything.  Today...I put shoes on with my pajamas and walked out onto my back deck long enough to take 4 pictures of the snow.  Obviously, I need to remind myself what it's like to look at the world like a child and see (as my sister's friend called the snow) "sparkly white flakes of awesomeness".  :)  So, to celebrate the snow and the gift of childhood - here is a portrait of one of my beautiful little girls who modeled for me today in the living room while watching the snow fall.