Excitement abounds. The little one is sugared up from a Valentine’s Day party at her preschool. That same preschool announced it would close one hour early, before a snowflake even fell. And when it did fall in its cute little Southern snowfallish way, the little one couldn’t help but notice that there was snow on trees, on cars, in the street, on leaves and so forth.

Deja vu all over again, eh?

We won’t get the three feet of snow that my sister is still digging out of in the metropolitan Washington area. But we will get more than the laughable dusting we got almost a month ago. What’s more, we’ll get wet, packable stuff that’s good for snowballs and maybe even a snowman too.

A ridiculously petite snowman…but a snowman nonetheless.