My kids wanted to see snow. We only have 5 weeks before we leave for Peru, and although Chicago is located in the mid-west, the lake effect often keeps snow from accumulating. Often the fall sees a light dusting, but real snow is reserved for the months of January and February. Yet, because we asked people to pray, Chicago got about a foot of snow two days ago. Mind you, only a few miles south of Bill's parent's home, closer to downtown, the snow DID NOT stick. But here in the northwest side, our kids frolicked in the snow, built a snowman, threw dozens of snow balls, and even tackled their mother (me) in the snow.
When we came back inside, William (14) said, "Now I can go back to Peru." To which his younger brother Cullen replied "Well after Thanksgiving and Christmas." That's the essence of furlough to my kids: seeing their cousins, (and the rest of the family), eating lots of American candy, and experiencing some of the simple things in life like throwing a snow ball. Mission accomplished. Thank you Almighty Weatherman. :)