It's here.

Sorry its been so long friends....I've just not been in too much of a writing mood.  But this I could just not pass up.

You know the feeling when you recognize something?  That feeling of familiarity and warmth.  When you know that you've seen this before or you've experienced this great moment in life already?  That feeling that can take you back to childhood when the memories flood in and make you just want to sit and soak in the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia.

Well this is what snow is to me.  It's that warm, oozy feeling of everything I love happening at the same time.  The quiet.  The sparkle.  The cool breeze mixed with a warm fire.  The crunch.  The gentle falling of each snowflake, or the gust of wind blowing all around you.  The cuddling in blankets and reading a book nights.  How amazingly clear the sky can be after a storm.  The fact that the first snow of the year brings a sigh of relief for everyone, because winter is finally here.  I love snow.  It is by far one of my most favorite things in this world, which for me is saying a lot cause I usually dont have favorites.  But it is one of the most magical things I can think of and it always fills my mind with memories of my family and that I love.

The days when it was clear enough for Ash and I to play in the snow and she could stay for hours doing who knows what and I would last about 30 minutes because I was too cold and looking at freezing things it much nicer than being in them.

The nights and weeks that the power was out and we made dinner on the wood stove and washed our hair in the sink just waiting for it to come back on.  With someone calling the electric company every 30 minutes to see how much longer we would sit in candle light.

Hearing dad wake up early and start his truck.  Then come inside and make coffee and get ready to brave the storm just so others could go about their day.  Then waking up again when he comes home to make sure we can get to school alright and hearing the report of what the world is like out there.

Letting the dog outside and 5 minutes later he's covered in flakes and you know he has no idea because he loves it so much.  And the fact that he gets his own personal towel and dry off as soon as he comes inside.

The days when you look outside and can't see anything but white and you abandon all plans because you know, within a matter of that one glimpse, you are stuck.  Snowed in. Bound by the white abyss outside.

The snow is just perfect.  Home is not home without it.  Winter is not winter without it.  I can't imagine my childhood without it.  It's my favorite and it makes me miss home and living there with my parents and sister.  Today is really the first snow at home and I wish I was there to experience it.  :)