Days like the first snow of the season remind me why it is good to have kids. In my old age I have started to hate winter. I'm too broke to ski, and often too pregnant to go sledding. I hate driving in the stuff, and I hate being cold. I really have come to believe that I have no use for winter. That is, until I see the wonder and excitement on my children's faces when they wake up to a day covered in white. It was so fun to watch them discover snow angels, snow men, and snowball fights. We tackled Dan, chased each other around the yard, and made a snowman, covered in leaves. It was refreshing to watch a child discover the delight of getting cold and wet when it means you are having fun. We enjoyed hot chocolate...the best part of playing in the snow, and that snuggly feeling you get on a day when its cold outside and warm inside. So thanks to my kids for reminding me that sometimes winter really isn't all that bad.