HOLY COW!

It snows in Texas. It's happened and it was wild. I literally drove around town on multiple occasions and remind myself that I was in Dallas and not in Colorado. It's absolutely unbelievable that snow can be so beautiful, calming, and destructive at the same time. Apparently the news said we had over a foot and a half of snow during the course of a few days. Snow..in Dallas..it's wild.

What if Texans were used to this weather? I feel like perhaps we'd all drive with more confidence and at an appropriate speed. But we'd probably be forced to go to work when the roads were icy and questionable. Snow in Texas is ultimately lose/lose. A lot of people were lucky enough to encounter a closed office and more time to shop at the mall. However, not everyone in the Metroplex had a phenomenal Snow Day. I'll tell you, 48 hours without electricity was not optimal. When I prayed for a snow day, I never considered the possibility that I wouldn't enjoy it to the fullest. In fact it was miserable. Thankfully we had a great group of friends over at the house to keep us company while we tried to distract ourselves from the freezing temperatures. Our front yard started off looking peaceful and welcoming to the inclement weather but by hour 36 it was a different story. Our acorn tree in the front yard was fed up and not accustomed to the change which resulted in a large branch landing in our walkway. I could not be more thankful that no damage was done to the house and that the cars were spared.

We also got full use out of our candles we've accumulated over the 8 months we've been in our house. It's quite beautiful to be in a house that is completely dark except for 25 candles providing light for us. Absolutely beautiful and a great reminder of what life was barely like when times were more simple. I came to realize that I'm thankful for inventions like: indoor plumbing, the light bulb, gas fireplaces, snuggies, and wall insulation. What if we all still lived in log cabins and had to endure the drafts that would come through the cracks in the walls. After this past weekend, that almost seems like the worst thing. It's not the worst thing, but it could have been...comparatively.

Do you see Dakota sitting on the front porch?