This morning I woke up and found my front yard covered in snow. Now, I know, there are going to be people in the midwest and the Great Lakes area that are going to say, "Snow? That's not snow." There are people who have it much worse/better when it comes to snow. Where I grew up, in the San Joaquin Valley of California, winter temperatures could drop down pretty low, but never cold enough to really snow. We got hail and sleet. Our family would have to drive up to my aunt and uncle's house in the mountains to see any real snow. So it was pretty exciting for me to wake up here in Charlotte, North Carolina and look out my front window and see snow coming down. The kids in the neighborhood were already up and out the door wrapped up in there winter wear throwing snow balls and making snow angels. Another couple we know were out walking their dog. And here I was, the Californian, out in the driveway dressed in my PJ's and moccasins taking pictures.