I've been getting into the holiday spirit a bit early this year - must be something with starting a family that makes the joy in the holidays really shine through.  Last year, very largely pregnant, I felt the same way.  The years before while struggling with infertility, not so much.

But alas, I'm getting off topic.  Above is a picture from '06, the year before I moved to Oregon.  We were in Iron River, MI celebrating my mother's birthday.  I somehow woke up for sunrise (I am not a morning person, even now) and snapped this photo with a simple point and shoot.  This year I'm finding myself a bit nostalgic for snow.  I didn't think I'd miss it moving here but it never feels quite right not having snow for the holidays.  

Did you grow up with snow?  If not, did it feel odd?  I often wonder if Hazel will long for snow like I am, or if she'll simply not know.  Please share if so inclinded!