Literally a scoop of snow was about the amount of snow that fell. Still, I was shocked! Last time it snowed in San Antonio Texas was 1984. Every year, EVERY winter following, I would pray and by that I mean, BEG the Lord to send us snow. Every year, NADA, nothing, zip, zero... I joked last year, when we were stuck in the Blizzard of 08' in Virginia that the Lord was making it up to me. I haven't prayed for snow since. ;) So imagine the shock, the irony, when I woke up to children's voices yelling, shrieking with delight, "SNOW! WOOHOO!" I could hear the children outside (Yes, everything in SA closes if a snowflake is spotted or the hint that a snowflake might actually survive the fall and touch earth exists.) I could also hear my own children. Which was hilarious because they had been complaining about the snow and cold before we left. I think they just wanted in on the fun outside. So did I.
I threw on my shoes and just couldn't help myself. I mean, it's not just every day that it snows in SOUTH Texas!
Obviously. I overheard these boys saying, "Cool. We are going to scoop up all the snow and have a huge snowball fight! It's gonna be awesome!" They were going from car to car scooping up the snow. It was hilarious! Almost hilarious as the teenage boy I saw standing outside trying to "play" in the snow by standing on 1 foot and twirling around and around.
We were able to gather up enough snow from the tops of the vehicles to have a small snowball fight.
So, the recipe for fun on a chilly Monday morning in February:
2-3 scoops of snow
3 children (optional, more if desired)
1 sunny day
Plenty of giggles
Tons of smiles
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