I know some of you guys may be wishing your mounds of snow would melt, but I guess that's the whole "grass is greener" syndrome, eh? Poor Russ hears me gripe and complain about how much I miss the snow probably 3+ times a week. Have I mentioned that to you yet? I. MISS. THE. SNOW. Ok, got that out there. Well what did I walk out to yesterday morning?
SNOW FOUND ME HERE IN TEXAS! It's a Christmas miracle!!!
Russ had slipped out of bed an hour or so earlier than I had and cut out and hung up snow flakes throughout our living room. I just about started crying (happy tears, of course) when I stumbled out of bed. What a thoughtful little surprise!