Our first taste of winter fell upon us this week with a larger than expected snowstorm. As soon as H came home from school, the boys bundled up and ran out the door to play. It didn't matter that snow was blowing sideways into their faces, they wanted to run in it, throw it and eat it.
"Thank goodness for the first snow. It was a reminder - no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen - things could still be new if you were willing to believe that such things mattered." - Candace Bushnell