It wasn't all the snow, or the fact that it rarely snows on the island, nor was it the stark and mysterious beauty of it gathering on the olive tree leaves, or the sheer irony of snow on a Greek island... what got me was my own reaction to it.

I was THRILLED! Just like a kid I stood mesmerized, nose squished against the cold window, watching the fat snowflakes drifting down. I was so excited I had to run upstairs and wake up my kids and then we all stood, noses squished against the window, ouuu-ing and ahhhh-ing for a moment before we all rushed to get clothes on (we didn't bother with socks we were so excited to get out there) and then we burst outside to play.

I remember wondering why I was so excited about snow. I mean, I grew up in Minnesota for C's sake, snow is part of my being.

And I guess that's it. My reaction was so intense because snow was such an integral part of my childhood. For the past 20 years on the island I think I've seen snow 4 or 5 times.

I just miss it is all.

Be well.....