Dylan never gets sick of playing in the snow. I love that about him. Every time there is fresh snow on the ground I am certain that it will not be long before Dylan outside testing if it is "good snowman snow". Often he will ask if anyone wants to go out with him, and while the rest of us slowly put on our boots the door is baning and Dylan is off and running through the crunchy white snow. The gift of snow brings me joy, but I realized it is not as much, as the gift of Dylan playing in the snow. He is a great reminder to stop being so busy and to enjoy the fun that life gives us. 
