Yesterday it was downright chilly. Don't get me wrong, it was a chilly 40 degrees, it felt good to me, but the rest of the Virginians I live with (read: Hubby and In-Laws) felt it was too cold to take the kids out of the house. I was hoping for snow. They said it might. It did for about 5 minutes just as Boogie was getting off the bus.
Having been born and raised in Michigan, 40 degrees is merely turtleneck and sweatshirt weather. The neighbors had hats and gloves as they waited at the bus stop. The kids enjoyed their 5 minutes of snow and ran around the yard with their tongues hanging out trying to catch flakes.
I was secretly hoping that the snow fairies would bless us with an overnight blanket of the fluffy stuff and wanted to see this when I awoke this morning.
It didn't happen. Today is just more of the 40 degree temperatures, sunny, without a snow cloud to be found. I find it humorous that I moved to Virginia to get away from the snow and cold, and now, with kids, want a good snow more than anything, so I can play with them in it. We haven't had any considerate accumulation that lasted more than 30 minutes since Boogie was born...and I'm ready.