When it snows, my kids eat snow b/c that’s the most obvious thing to do with it. I, on the other hand, enjoy looking at the crisp white snow on the tree branches from the warmth of my kitchen. After all, we moved south to get AWAY from the cold and snow. We are Southern now, y’all! And we are hoping to make a few more grandparents North Carolinians too. Hint, hint.
Snow slushies. Bird reminded me NOT to get the yellow snow. 
My favorite view.
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