Departing MCO

Our flight from Orlando to Atlanta was uneventful. Avonie had a few minor experiences, such as finding melted chocolate smothered on her seatbelt, and a kid who decided it would be fun to kick the back of her seat. I had to laugh. We then jumped onto our connecting flight and were off to Chicago! As I checked the weather online at 10,000 feet (that will always amaze me!), I was thrilled that the city would be expecting snow showers. I was not disappointed! As we arrived at O’Hare International Airport, the ground was white with snow. After grabbing our luggage, I begged Avonie if we could find clean snow somewhere to play in. She rolled her eyes, smiled, and indulged me. I spotted a ledge of snow out the window on the next floor up and rushed out to make my first snowball. My boots crunched in the sparkling white substance, and I gleefully reached down and scraped a handful of snow together. As Avonie held up the camera though, my smile seemed forced. All of a sudden, my hands hurt. Really, really bad. As she counted “1, 2, 3!” in an agonizingly slow manner, it took all of my will power to hold onto the snowball. Finally, it was over. My hands hurt for a good ten minutes, but I received my souvenir picture, and had all my misconceptions of snow vanquished. Have I ever mentioned that I adore living in Florida?

                        My first real snowball!