.my little mountain town.

Well as y'all know, Chatty got snow this week.  Our 3rd snow this winter.

We. Don't. Get. Snow. Like. This.

The first was a couple inches, Christmas was more, and Sunday night I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning watching glitter fall from the sky.  I'd flip the back porch light on every 20 minutes just to see how much more had fallen.

Oh there's another inch.

Twenty minutes later...

Annnnd another inch.

I was giddy with excitement.  I literally could not sleep.  I finally managed to fall asleep only to dream that we had gotten a ton of snow, but that it had melted before I woke up.  I was devastated.  It was one of those dreams that woke me up, and I jumped out of bed to peer out the window.  What did I see?  Oh 8 plus inches of snow outside my house!  Let me say it again.

We. Don't. Get. Snow. Like. This.

I practically lived in my snow clothes all week.  We went out sledding during the day on the roads, and went out again at night for some ice sledding, made a snow merman (also known as martin the mermaid), built a very abnormal snowman called Nermal the Ninja Snowman, and made a track for sledding down.  I had to go back to work on Wednesday but you better believe I was back out sledding that night when I got home.  I'm like a kid on Christmas morning when it comes to snow.

When I did finally get to leave my neighborhood on Wednesday and venture out into the world, I was delighted to see Chatt town still completely covered in snow with the mountains off in the distance.  I felt like I lived in a little mountain town where it was perfectly normal to have this much snow blanketing the ground.  I absolutely loved it.  Walking into work was an experience though.  As soon as I stepped one foot out of the car I started slipping on the ice.  The parking lot was completely iced over.  I made it out of my car alive, ice skated my way halfway across the lot, and then awkwardly tip toed/slipped the rest of the way to the door.  I looked like Bambi on ice.  If anyone was watching, I'm sure they were thoroughly entertained.  Oh and all the while I was talking to myself.  Ridiculous.

Here's some more pictures from the snow week.

My little snow dog.

After some hardcore sledding (I have the bruises to show for it), hot chocolate, lots of movies, and more sledding, I'd say this week has been a complete success.  I definitely took full advantage of every moment I could spend enjoying the snow.  I was reminded today as I looked outside and watched the sun hit the snow in a way that made it sparkle, that each snowflake is different.  Each one has it's own, personal, intricate design.  Just like each of us is designed in a particular way.  God is such a detailed creator.  With a God like that...one that cared to create something like snowflakes to be so beautiful and complex...how can we not believe that He cares infinitely more about us?  Just a thought. 

“They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?”

Never recover.  It's the little things like snow that we marvel at.  It is fascinating.  It is enchanting.  Let it always remind you of what a wonderful Creator we have.


Love your "bambi on ice" friend,

Meg