It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas . . .

In the 6 years that I have officially lived here in Virginia (meaning a permanent resident, not a student) there has only been one huge snow. I have never had a "White Christmas" here and I have never seen piles and piles of snow in parking lots. Despite my mid-western upbringing, I have to admit, it was pretty fun to see the snow come down. It brought back lots of memories of Iowa. My enthusiasm pales in comparison to Paul. He loves snow. Not just a "man this is cool" kind of love, a rip roaring excitement that encompasses all those around him. While the rest of the world sighed in relief to be snowed in for a day- my husband was up at 5:30, barely containing his energy. He could not wait to get outside to tackle the snow. You can't but help catch the excitement as he begins tearing through all of my neatly organized bins just to find his long lost pair of ski pants. It was worth the mess just to see the smile stretch across his face. I know this snow is nothing to those of you reading from Iowa, but for the natives around these parts, the drama is amazing. Enjoy the photos and videos.

P.S. Just for the Iowa folks- we got out of school early on Friday because they were predicting snow. Yes you read correctly- predicting snow. There was not a snowflake to be seen. :)