But where are the snows of yester year?
Francois Billon, Ballade des Dames du Temps Jadis

After a conference finished at work last week, it was time for a snow day. The Weather Channel was actually calling for snow (100% chance), but in true Virginia Beach style the snow never came. The children of the 757 rejoiced anyways since school was cancelled at the chance of snow. Classic.
Ryan and I had already made plans to head out of town to see some real snow. And by real snow I mean man made snow. Nevertheless, it was white and frozen and it did the trick. I can't remember the last time I went skiing. Probably with Club Snow in high school when I had a crush on Ryan. Please take note of our one picture from the mountain, thank you Ryan for closing your eyes.
One of the many reasons that I love my husband is his incredible ability to fix things. I mean he tore apart our home (in the renovation process) and then put it back together and made it so wonderful. He really is so good at fixing and repairing things. 