Snow day!

No seriously. I promise you it's snowing.

And I mean big, fluffy flakes. The kind that blow in big gusts across the yard and land on your tongue if you hold still long enough.

The kind that make Jacob really, really worried that I'm not wearing a coat for the five minutes we're outside to play in our wintery wonderland.

But not the kind that stick. Because in our neck of the woods, real blizzards just don't happen all that often. There was no sledding in this snow. (Though they did ask.) There will be no building of snow forts or eating of snow ice cream.

There won't even be gloves. Because around here, you never know how long those flakes will last. And wasting time to find gloves just might mean you miss the snow all together.