There’s something completely magical about snow. I absolutely adore it.
Yesterday the first flakes of the year fell. It was a perfect winter Saturday…snow falling, candles burning, homemade chicken noodle soup in the crock pot, and very excited kiddies.
It wasn’t a blockbuster blizzard by any means, but it was the perfect amount to take the kids out sledding for the first time. Chloe was really into it, but Miles wasn’t a huge fan. Every time we went down the hill the snow would blow in his face. “It’s all part of the experience” haha.
A few years ago hubby and I were entertaining the idea of possibly moving down to North Carolina one day. Mostly because the cost of living is a lot cheaper than it is in Jersey. The more I think about it though, I don’t know that I’d ever be able to move somewhere where it rarely ever snowed. If anything, I want more!! Maybe Boston?
But anyway, now we’re back to our normal Sunday routine. I’ll be patiently waiting for the next snowfall…