Magic of Snow

We opened the blinds and Harrison gasped as day light flooded the room,

for large sopping wet flakes of snow were tumbling through the sky, begging us to come play.

With my wide eyed 2 year old we ran into the cold and laughed until our bellies hurt.

Harrison alternated catching flakes on his tongue or with his magic marker stained hands.

He was lost in the magical silence that happens only when snow is falling.

And then the moment was over as Harrison informed he had bad guys to go chase. Boys :)
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