We went out to dinner on Friday night, when the snow had just started. We ate and watched it from inside the noisy restaurant, warm and filled with laughter, with our precious girl sitting beside us in her high chair. I loved the picture it all made, especially my daughter’s reaction as we headed for the car when we were finished. She rode high near my husband’s shoulder, her little smiling face upturned to the snow, her hood falling back as she called, again and again, “Rain!”
I’m so grateful to get to see snow through her eyes, to be a part of her excitement as she discovers the world.