Griffin and I walk through 4 inches of snow into the open space during my lunch hour. The day and the snow are cold, but the Colorado sun is beaming as usual. I pick up a handful of snow, form it into a ball, and hand it to Griffin. He is pleased beyond measure.

"Make another snowball." he says.

I do, and we go about this for sometime. I make snowballs for him, and he throws them. He loves throwing them. He trys to make them with his little fleece-mittened hands, but he can't quite get it.

"I tan't. You make it snowball, Daddy."

He's having a blast taking them from me and throwing them against the open space fence. It's the most fun he's had all day, and he reminds me that this really is the greatest thing on the planet.