Snow.

First snow. First snow! And this year the first snow of the season equals homemade cinnamon rolls. My mama started this new and fantastic tradition that the first snow will from now on always be accompanied by a fresh pan of warm cinnamon rolls. I'll tell you what, love love.

I'll also tell you what, I love love snow. I cannot even describe how much I love snow. But its a lot. Fran and I stood outside and stared at the flakes falling right out of the sky as I sang the song from "A White Christmas" in my head. You know... snow, snow, snow, it won't be long till we'll all be there with snow... I think those are the right words anyways. Snow makes the mountains even more beautiful and I about fall right over every time I look at them... Fran described them today as being dusted with powdered sugar... My favorite is at night, when the mountains are so bright because of the white snow that they stand out, brilliant, against the night sky. I will miss my mountains.

Oh, and Sags, here we come.