Sunday morning I woke up, as usual, around 6:30 a.m. Landon was up, so I got him and crawled back into bed to feed him because I hadn't been feeling well. I heard the girls get up and run down the hall into the kitchen. They ran back the hall into our room, burst through the door and gleefully shouted, "It's snowing! It's snowing!" Nate drew back the curtain, and sure enough, it was snowing in the desert!