We awoke from a long sleep to discover that snow was falling determinedly. We pulled out the winter boots and snow pants and the little boys had a fine time outside. I bundled up and enjoyed the views from inside, thank you very much.
The morning was gray, but once the snow began to stick, the house was illuminated by bright white views from the windows.
All that was left of the snow by evening were the remnants of two snowmen that the boys built and the promise of more cold weather and dreams of snowy play days to come.
Mark and Timothy’s cheeks remained a charming rosy shade for hours after they came inside.
I love watching those little boys play together.