Last year in Ohio I remember getting so excited about the snow that falls every year. I woke up early (for once) and joyfully looked outside. Then I saw it. The beautiful, glistening Blankets of snow waiting for me to make snow angles in.The bare trees with tiny icicles hanging from them. I could see the kids outside laughing with glee and throwing snowballs continuously. I could almost hear the Hot cocoa calling my name down stairs. I think to my self, Am I thinking too much about snow? Then I remember I live in Texas.