Snow days are for…
Sleeping in {after plowing all night}
and peeking out the window when you first wake
and preparing for it to come
and peeking out the window when you first wake
and preparing for it to come
Don’t forget to stop and notice what’s going on around you in this very moment. With the snow covered ground, the messy home, the children present, the days slower. I want to remember all these sweet days. For they are passing ever so quickly.
