This winter went by in a flash. I felt so bad that we weren't able to take the kids out sledding when there was bunches of snow, let the guilt sink in and figured we'd do it next year. Then Hudson and Tate told me they didn't care how much snow there was it would still be fun. I had to smile at their optimistic attitude and on a whim we piled up and headed to the first hill (or water retention area in this case) and went sledding. It was so much fun. It's a few months later and spring is blooming, but I can't help to think of this day when they were all so happy and content with just a tiny bit of snow.