Let it snow (please)

Where I live, we don't get snow that often. Even at school in the mountains we haven't gotten a substantial snowfall in a year. But there's a good chance of snow tonight for home and at school, and I'm praying that it happens.

I'm trying not to be too optimistic, however, because I've had my hopes up plenty of times in the past and been burned. As a kid, whenever there was snow predicted I would get up in the middle of the night, scurry down the hallway and peek out the onto the back deck, hoping to see snow. Nine times out of ten I would be disappointed, and would head back to bed with a heavy heart, knowing that I would have to get up for school in the morning. But on some magical occasions, I would be greeted with the sight of fluffy blankets of snow.

I'm fully expecting this snow prediction to be a bust, and I'll head back to school tomorrow (I'm home for Martin Luther King day) and the week will proceed as normal. But some part of me can't help but hold onto a tiny sliver of hope, that maybe, just maybe, we'll be lucky this time.