Bursting

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happiness, Home, snow

12 boots lined up by the fire

and in the dryer…

4 pairs of snowpants

4 mittens

8 gloves

6 hats

2 scarves

6 soggy winter coats

…drying

wooden floors, littered with towels, dotted with clumps of snow…melting.

Through frosted windowpanes all I can see is snow.  Cold.  But our home feels warm.  Snug. 

Reddened ankles and

reddened wrists

runny noses

ruddy cheeks

sparkling eyes

melted snowflakes still glistening in their hair…on their eyelashes

8 little hands cupping warm mugs

and

my heart is bursting.

More snow pictures. Because I like them, that’s why.

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photographing children, snow

And we don’t get too much snow ’round these parts.

So when we do get the snow, I take a sweet lot of pictures.  

Look at the naturally rosey glow about her cheeks.

And the sparkle in her eye.

And the snow in her hair. 

Sigh.

Sorry.  I can’t help it.

And, just fyi, there will probably be more.

Falling…

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snow

The snow fell all day. 

Falling.

F   a   l   l   i   n   g.

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g.

It caused us to stop.  To linger among the flurries of lacey ice.

To enjoy.

To just be.   

And so, we were.

And we are.

And we will be. 

And then we’ll drink cocoa. 

Snow.  Is.  Good.