through a child's eyes there is nothing quite as exciting as taking in the first snow of the season. excitement and wonder made their way into our house this morning as the boys laid their eyes on the snow that dusted our yard while they were soundly sleeping.
their dialogue was precious and went something like this...
"elliott, hurry come look at the snow."
"gibson, it's snowing. it's your birthday!"
"how can it be snowing? it's not even december!" a puzzled gibson wondered.
so just as i was wishing we lived where the snow never flew, my boys once again reminded me that there is beauty to be found in every season.