Winter Wonderland
I hear a lot of complaining about the snow, but I can't help myself...it does something to my inner child, or maybe it's because I have a child...
Watching his little chubby fingers explore the snow...
...Or crinkling his nose as the flakes land on his cheeks... ...his excitement brings mine back out... ...don't you remember bundling up in mismatched layers to plunge out the door into the waiting frozen playground...
...Or crinkling his nose as the flakes land on his cheeks... ...his excitement brings mine back out... ...don't you remember bundling up in mismatched layers to plunge out the door into the waiting frozen playground...
...or all the wonderful things you imagined as you explored the white landscape...
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