I lay there for a while, listening to the wintry sounds of this passing January storm (there was actually a bit of distant thunder and faded flashes of lightening here and there), and I eventually fell back to sleep.
At 6am it was time to get up, the hubs to the shower and me straight for the coffee maker. The news was full of terrible traffic reports, the windows were still reporting the presence of the icy precip, and all I could think of was how excited the kids would be when they awoke to the whiteness.
In Texas, this is about as exciting as the winter gets, and about as beautiful, too.
Though both kiddos seemed enthused by the frosting coating the backyard, only one of them actually wanted to stay out and make an adventure of the morning. We were able to dive right in after breakfast... well, we were able to dive in after Mama retrieved the galoshes from the muddy puddle of slush they were soaking in right outside the back door...