Well it's no secret that I don't love the cold. Or the winter. BUT, I do love a fresh blanket of snow. Before it turns sludgy and black with motor oil. When it balances perfectly on tree branches and makes the whole world feel quiet and peaceful, reverent even. I like that. And watching kids play in snow for the first time of the year is wonder personified. It really is magical.
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| If you're wondering if it took me more time to get her dressed than she actually spent outside, then YES. |
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