I don't usually LOVE the snow, but for some reason this year I really do. I usually LOATHE the snow, but it hasn't gotten to me, yet. I think it's because for a few months this year I was pretty set on moving down to Texas by my parents. However, after more thought and consideration on the idea I decided that I could never leave Chicago (at least at this point in my life) and part of my silly reasoning was the idea of not seeing any of that beautiful white powdery stuff covering the ground for half the year. So this year, when the snow started falling, I couldn't stop smiling.