First Snow

So I just walked outside to find the present of life. It's snowing. And my reaction was that of a two year old who didn't know what this was but thought it was a magical sign from some mystical place. Okay, maybe I took it a little out of proportion but I don't care.

I love love love the first snow fall. I've come to realize it just reminds me when I was younger and snow was so amazing. I'd be sitting in class and there would be the one kid that would scream "It's Snowing!" and everyone would rush the windows of the class room to see it snow. I miss these simple times and I like to take these moments as I get older to sit back and remember. I love snow because to me, it means way more then having to shovel, and salt, and the flu. It means, Friends, Family, Scarfs, Hot Chocolate, Sitting on front porches for hours, all the tiny little things that seem so insignificant but really mean a lot when you think about it. I just love snow.