There is nothing better than the first real snowfall. I saw it in the eyes of my eight year old son last night. I picked him up from 4-H and when we reached the doors to go outside I could tell right away he hadn’t known how much it had snowed. His eyes lit up and he asked, “Mom where are my snow pants?”
It was dark when we got home and he still dug all of the winter stuff out and played outside until supper was ready! Soup of course.
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