It's only snowed 30 something times in the history of our southern part of Texas and it's never snowed two years in a row.
Until this week.
We broke out sweaters and scarves for everyone.
We roasted sticky marshmallows in our backyard fire pit.
We enjoyed history being made.
My daughter wanted to savor the snow. She gathered some of the dirty snow into a ball and put it in the freezer. The next day when I went to fill my glass with ice, guess what plopped into my cup?