I don't know about any of you, but when it snows, the house suddenly feels extra cozy to me, like a safe warm haven urging me to piddle around in the kitchen or snuggle under a blanket with a hot mug of tea. I don't feel that way when it's just cold outside. Only when there is snow present.
That's what happened last night when the flakes started falling. Even this morning, while everyone was getting ready for their day, things just seemed...happier. Of course, remembering (as you are leaving to take the kids to school) the windshield still needs to be cleared off is a bit of a bummer, but even that wasn't so bad.