I woke up this morning to the sound of two children outside my window- making snow angels at 7a. I had been eagerly awaiting the snowstorm all night- checking the weather far to often- hoping the cold rain would end and the magical snow would start as soon as possible. Sometime around noon I ventured outside to build a snowman and I ended up frolicking and creating in the snow until sunset- forgetting to realize that my toes were numb and my fingers were frozen- only to remember once I came inside; exhausted from the cold- and the sharp pains of warming came upon me. Being from California- I have not been around much snow in my lifetime- and the magic of it thrills me.
Although I was snowed in- I’m lucky enough to have a beautiful backyard with a tiny creek and a forest- as well as some branches…
View original post 700 more words
thequeenhaswings 