Dear Henry,
Today was first snow.
We drove up to the house and you said, "Yes, there's enough snow to make a snowman!" I was beastly and muttered under my breath that there probably wasn't enough.
You raced to the snow gear and didn't even complain that your snow boots were 2 sizes too small. I zipped you up tight with mittens and all.
I drove off to run carpool, and returned to find your handiwork amidst the front lawn.