Week 3 {I Wish I Could Freeze Time}

The first snow of the season – nineteen months old. This morning she woke up and giggled at the changed view from the window.  I sipped coffee from my favorite mug, and she offered refills with her red teapot with white polka-dots.  Soon snow bibs were secured, a hat pulled over blonde curls, and purple snow boots velcroed around tiny chubby feet.  Like the green hue of her eyes, this girl seems to have inherited my love of snow.