For those of you who live in Utah know how much snow we got at the end of November. But for those of you who have just moved into a house for the first time know that you buy a shovel at the first mention of snow. We got over 15 inches of snow on a beautiful Sunday morning. It just kept coming and coming. I love the snow, especially when it hasn't been tainted by pollution and such, just soft, fluffy and white. Jackson almost died until I decided to let him out to help Daddy in his year old snow clothes. I felt like Ralphie's mom on "The Christmas Story" trying to pry him into his too-small snow clothes, but decided a few minutes somewhat cold in the snow would end a whole day of an upset 2 year old. He loved helping John push our makeshift snow shovel, an old cupboard door, all over the driveway. They did a great job clearing the driveway and they actually made it to church too.
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