(And not in the Game of Thrones kind of way.)Today we had our first dump of snow on the hills around us. It's magical. Frigging cold but magical. It's the time of year I most miss my UK friends. It's the time of year when I want to bake more and give edible hugs to all my friends.
I made a hard choice today and in the midst of my anxiety about it and my fears and my worries, I found release in standing in hail showers and catching hail on my tongue... It was superbly childish and it made me feel better.
I'm hoping for a snow day this week. I need one. Monkey needs one. But mostly I need to have time with him to be superbly childish and not worry about adult life.
So let's hope for snow angels and chocolate pudding this week.
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