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.
 

No comments:

Holding Close What Matters Most

  Lately—today, yesterday, even last week—we’ve been hit with the news that people we loved, cared about, or admired have passed away. And y...