Friday, it was beautiful. Sunny and a warm 63 degrees out. Noah was comfortable in a pair of jeans and a light, long-sleeve shirt. I knew the weatherman had mentioned snow for Friday night, but seeing as how I've been sorely disappointed the last few times, I assumed it'd be nothing more than flurries. Actually, I think that's what they thought too. And I just knew it wouldn't stick, because the ground was so warm. It hadn't fallen below freezing in days.
I'm pretty sure everyone else agreed with me. Because Saturday afternoon, I started seeing pictures popping up all over instagram and FB... of friends caught off guard at the mall, the store, the movies. Nobody saw it coming. My little sister and niece actually got stuck at the mall, while my stepdad was working an hour away, and a close friend had to go pick them up.
So in less than 24 hours, we went from this:
I think God likes to remind us, every once in a while, that we can't predict everything. And sometimes it's more fun to be surprised.
Surprise snows really are my favorite. Some of my favorite memories with Brad have been when it snows, going back all the way to when we were kids.
Noah thought it was the coolest thing ever.
And now that I've gotten my fill of snow for the year, bring on SPRING!