We had the best snowball fight this last weekend.

See, we had about 3-4 inches of snow. (And got a snow day out of it!)

As the day wore on, we decided to go for a short drive and explore the winter wonderland Lubbock had become.

I had to brush and scrape all the snow off my car before we left and, H and K, you both insisted on helping.

As I began brushing off the windshield, the first snowball was thrown.

It escalated from there.

Mom even got in on it as the fight went on and on.

We got snow in our hair and under our clothes. I ended up with some in my mouth and nose.

Mom even managed to fall down once.

All that to say: That was the most fun I have ever had in a snow fight.

It was a great Sunday.

I love you.

-Dad