As a general rule, I have always hated snow. It's cold, wet, finds a way into your boots and pants, makes driving scary and needs to be shoveled. Some people love it because snow means skiing, snowboarding and all other snow sports, but those things make me feel like I am going to die.
Today, I saw snow in a different light. I saw it in the eyes of my very own snow baby. For the first time I got excited to build snowmen, make snow angels, serve hot soup and warm up my kiddos with hot chocolate. Having kids changes a lot of things, and this is one change I am really looking forward to.