first snow

There is nothing more magical than the season's first snow.  We woke up to a soft blanket of white this morning.  I walked into Everdeen's dark room and whispered to her that the snow bears had come.  "It snowing?"  she asked over and over.   She squealed when I held her up to the window and we watched the quiet world together.  
Soon we will be sick of the cold and snow, but for today, it is full of wonderment...especially through the eyes of a tiny two year old.