This has been one of those winters in Minnesota, where they have not put the obligitory snow in the middle of the state name temporarily because, well, it hasn't snowed. (Often times you hear people jokingly refer to it as MinneSNOWta) For weeks before we left Danya would call grandpa nearly every other day to ask if it snowed yet. The answer was usually no. About a week before we went there was a slight snow fall and as a result the parking area for the condos accross the street from Grammy and Grandpa's house had some crusty snow. While Momma shivered, Danya and Casen had a blast tromping through the snow, and breaking off crusty parts to throw on the ground.
Danya's response to the fact that it was snowing..." I prayed to Jesus and He said Yes. Yay! God! You DID IT!" (she's told us this several times lately but more on that another day)