Taste of Chicago

Yesterday during a conversation with JP it finally hit me that we'll never live in Chicago again. I know you can never say never, but short of a divorce or living apart from my husband, the odds are pretty darn small that I'll live back in the downtown of my favorite city, and while I must have known this on some level, it had avoided sinking in. I actually got emotional. I miss snow, I miss downtown, I miss the lake and the stores and the Christmas festivities, I miss our little apartment, and I miss my friends so much I can't even talk about it.

But then, just as I was entering this new stage of Chicago mourning, our temperature dropped 50 degrees in four hours. At 11:30 last night I opened the front door to unplug the Christmas lights and was presented with this:

SNOW!!!!! I danced a happy dance in the foyer, eliciting some teasing from JP and a joyful bark from Tex, and the first thing I did when woke up was jump over JP to pull up the blinds of our window to see if the snow stuck- and it did! That doesn't happen very often in Texas so photographic evidence had to be obtained immediately.

A Landon, a camera, and a half-dressed LL soon found themselves outside. At first Landon didn't look quite as excited as I hoped he'd be:

But then his daddy made funny faces from inside the kitchen and he warmed up to the odd, chilly substance covering his deck:

The snow (or "snow"- it wasn't exactly the stuff of snowmen) didn't stick around long, but tonight's low is in the 20's and I'll get to wear my beautiful Chicago coat again tomorrow. As someone who always thought I hated cold weather until I moved to Chicago, it's kind of amazing to find myself so giddy at the prospect of freezing temperatures. But giddy I am! After weeks of 70-degree days, it finally feels like Christmas!