My children never stop reminding me that it’s the little things in life that bring us great joy. When the snow first began to flutter outside our window, my 5-year-old invited us all to do a snow dance; its choreography consisted of us running around in circles, screaming and laughing and saying, “It’s snowing!” over and over. When the snow kept on falling, she announced, “All my dreams are coming true.”
Here she’s checking to see if the snow is sticking (it wasn’t), but snowflakes are still falling and the temp is dropping so maybe we’ll get lucky.
Sampling a snowflake
I’m so happy!
But I’m not. I’m cold. (My poor 2-year-old is just getting over a virus and didn’t share her sister’s enthusiasm for the nippy weather.)