Snow again

It's snowing again. We are supposed to get a foot or so. Owyn loves these big flakes. He doesn't like the cold, wet part of snow though. When Tracy and the boys got home I set Owyn down by the garage door so he could watch the snow.

He stood and looked. He smiled. He watched. He stepped outside. The snow fell on his face. He laughed. He looked around some more. Up, to the sides. Up and down the street. He walked out into the yard. He stood and reached up, trying to catch the flakes.

Owyn laughed.