I never thought it could be done.  After all I grew up in the mountains of Southwest Virginia where many years you never saw the ground from late November till around the first of March.  I worked in a city where if it snowed more than two feet at one time (which was about every 2 to 3 years) they would use railroad coal cars to haul it off because they way the town was nestled in the valley there was nowhere to put the plowed snow.  I traveled over ridges, going up one side determined not to stop because you didn’t want to try to start again going up an icy mountain road and then praying while going down the other side you didn’t have to hit the brake (4 low on a truck will just let you creep down at about 3 to 5 MPH).  I’ve done my fair share of pulling cars out of a ditch over the years and I still carry a tow rope in the truck, I guess some habits are hard to break.  I can go on and on, my point is, I’m not a fan of snow.  I have hated snow ever since I started adulting.  I’ve been saying for a long time, I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SNOW FLAKE…EVER!  Well, that’s all changed this year, after seeing how Moriah loves the snow.  I told her last night that snow was in the forecast and she squealed with delight.  So she’s done it.  She has melted my cold heart when it comes to snow.  Do I want to see feet of snow, I’m not there yet, but a few inches, yeah, I’m good to go.  I will take a little slow driving coming into work for that smile, and a snowman of course.

Fletch