Yesterday in PA, we woke up to a white, wonderland morning. It was a snowfall that stuck to every tiny branch, and every leaf edge, so that the world felt like a snow globe full of synthetic frosted trees. My mom texted me these sweet flashback photos and I just had to share. I love the chapped cheeks and rumpled hair, and the excitement/exhaustion on our faces.
Mom always made snow days so perfect: delivering thermoses of boiled hot chocolate, so we didn’t have to come inside and take a break…the kind with whole and evaporated milk and thick melted marshmallows.
What are your most cherished winter memories? please share!
with grace and salt, kirsten