It fell softly all night long and the morning did not disappoint. So rare is it that our world is blanketed in such beauty. Our jammers wrapped in quilts, we stood long on the porch that morning. Shivering, but alive with awe, the importance of mugs of hot cocoa was agreed upon.
After the littles ate the marshmallows off the tops of steaming drinks, they tore the house apart
dividing up gloves, layering socks and shoving their little feet in snow boots.
The New Yorker among us shoveled up some snow memories with a big smile.
The littlest got bundled in a mix and match of leftover warm pieces and headed out to keep up with the bigs.
These two bundled bunnies were thrilled with big winter event numero dos.
Determined to tromp through every inch of untouched snow in our yard and a few neighbors, they enjoyed every ounce of the white stuff.
When we all finally made it outside, we wagoned up the littles and headed for a new wintry wonderland.
I love how Lama Willa Miller describes snow as "sparkling like a million little suns". On this day, as the sun came out and started to melt ice high on tree branches, everything was sparkling.
We stood staring until water started seeping through our boots. Such beauty.
This double cocoa day was a big, fat gift.
By early afternoon, we convinced the kids to head for warmer places, and called it a day.
A few hours later though, the kids were all kinds of thrilled to find some of the last bits of powder waiting to be played with. Eight little hands spooned for at least another hour. Mommy for the win.
