I stole that title line from my MIL. Cute, huh? We woke up to Mark cheering "Snowwwww! It's snowwwww!" and Scott claiming it's ice, not snow, because snow should be soft. June doesn't like it at all. I think it's great and am thrilled to have a baby-sized snow storm. The whole city is closed and the streets are still pure snowy white at noon. We drank hot cocoa for breakfast and I'm planing a snow hike for later today.
Maybe, though, it could melt so my parents can drive up to see Scott sing with the church choir on Monday?