Fairytale Snow.

Snow. It's cold. It's white. It's fun.:)
Waking up in the early morning to look out my window and see a blanket of white, is the most heart warming feeling. It makes me feel like a little kid. Jumping out of bed stumbling across the hallway trying to contain my joy and excitement until I reach my destination where I let my screeches of overjoyed thrill spill from my lungs only to fill the air of my parent's bedroom. On any regular day they'd be grumpy from me waking them up so early but on a snow day like today, it is more than acceptable for them (considering they too jump out of bed to look out their windows as well).
Coming from Miami, I guess snow is almost like this fictional object that we would only read about in fairytales. But now having the opportunity to see it at least once a year so far in the 4 years I have lived in North Carolina, its definitely the best gift to receive around Christmas time.
Makes me want to take a paint brush out and paint everything around me. It's like a blank white canvas. Of course I know well enough that my hand nor my imagination could ever create something as magnificent as God has done.
I can only imagine what heaven awaits for us. Funny how many perceive it to be this white wonderland. Looking at the white of the snow reminds me of it. How gorgeously beautiful the sheet of perfect white just lays there untouched. Heaven will be even more lovely in the most unimaginable way. How exciting!