Lily loves to have a snowball fight. She’ll fight anyone, anywhere as long as they lob fluffy snowballs that hit her in the back. Her favorite thing is to run down the sidewalk with her hands on her head screaming while I lob snowballs at her.
She cried out loud in California one winter because she missed the snow.
Nothing feels more cozy than waking up to fresh snowfall. A snow storm is silent.It’s the only silent storm I can think of.
The Saturday before Christmas snowflakes as big as silver dollars fell just before bedtime. The kids couldn’t resist going outside to catch snow on their tongues. In the street light the huge snowflakes looked so beautiful. I thought of photographing but decided just to watch that time.