I opened the door on Sunday morning and gasped in delight at the falling snow in the frame of our doorway. We walked through the quiet to our car and I have never been happier on a drive to church.That afternoon at Grandma's house, it began snowing again; big flakes coming down and sticking. What glory! Snow fall lightens my heart and I smile unabashedly at the beauty of it. I have many fond memories of snow storms and winter wonderland.It is supposed to snow more tonight. . .I wonder if I will wake up in the night to sneak a peek of hushed, pure snow falling from the sky.