It’s snowing today and as I was driving Spencer to seminary this morning I thought, “snow is so magical” – which got me thinking. What is it about snow that seems so magical to me? After all, it’s frozen water, and I don’t think rain is magical at all! I thought back to when I was a kid, growing up in mostly warm climates (Hawaii, Texas, California). I remember how exciting it was when we would visit my grandparents in Utah and there would be SNOW! When our family moved to Maine, snow was the most exciting thing about that first winter. It was cold, to be sure, but there was oodles of the white stuff. We made forts and tunnels and had snowball fights and went sledding and skiing. It was everything fun about winter. Some part of me is still responding to snow in that same child-like way. ...
