There were little snow flurries today in Qingdao.
I walked out side, saw it, and literally could not hold back the smile that swept across my face.
There is something so amazingly beautiful & sacred about the snow to me.
I am dreaming of FuShan, the mountain on our street, snow covered, and rolling around in the snow with Chara and Zachary. And I am eager, and pray I get a chance, to take a picture of a snow covered beach.
I love the snow.
And please, you Northerners out there, don't rain on my parade. But snowing on my parade is welcomed.
Ya. I know that was incredibly lame. It was Zach. He said it. Or Chara. She told me to write it. One of them.
Not me. Okay. it was me.
I know it's sometimes not so majestic.
Sometimes it locks you in your house for days.
Sometimes you nearly pass out from shoveling it all morning.
Sometimes it ruins all the paint on your car.
But I'm still dreaming of one day moving to one of those Northern States for the winter and taking it all in. The shoveling and all.
I would so buy Zachary a snowmobile. How awesome that some of you have that?! I would definitely buy him one and we would go exploring all day. And probably get stuck in some snow bank, because that's what we do, but we would love it. And it would be a story we tell our children. And we'd feel so warm from laughing so hard. :) The life.
I'm from Texas so I have never seen "real" snow. I've never stepped, fell and had snow go up to my thighs. I've never been able to really make a legit snowman.
In Korea, two years ago, was the first time I ever really saw a snowflake, with all it's intricate beauty I had heard about, but never seen. Because in Texas snow just turns to mush or slush by the time it hits the ground.
Snow pictures from Dongying last year.
Snow holds a special place in my heart. It tugs at my heart strings.
I feel God, think of Him, pray to Him, praise Him and feel closer to Him with even just a few white flakes.
I'm a romantic. What can I say.
I'm easily wooed.
Do you love snow as much as I do?