Friday, January 22, 2016

Snow Storms



A favorite memory from when I was a little girl was waking up in the middle of the night during a snowstorm. I’d get out of my snug bed and pad over to the window to look at the snow blowing around the street light. It usually meant that there would be no school the next day.
I'll admit to the fact I do the same thing now and get just as excited.
 

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