In January Great Grandpa Roueche passed away. He didn't quite make it to 100, but he did make into his 100th year. His funeral was set to be held in Utah and there was tons of snow (for north Texas) forecasted for the area. Collin and I had plane tickets to leave on Friday, but because everyone was saying that flights would be cancelled Collin made the last second decision to drive up to Utah with Aunt Tina, Uncle Pedro, and Aunt Karen.
After they left the snow came. There was a respectable amount, probably about 2-3 inches. Clara demanded snow "ice cream" and we learned that Hershey's syrup isn't a good flavoring agent. The kids played outside for hours with the Stevens and the Chakos. Two days later I caught my flight out just fine and the kids kept the block party rolling with time split among the houses with Gma and Gpa Cole holding down the fort at our house.

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