I had originally planned to share a really special edition of Stories from Here with you all today. But, then this happened, and I wanted to share these pictures instead, kind of in a journalistic way. I don't want to forget the memories from our first snow here in our new home. . .
Last Thursday, we celebrated thirty-two years of life for my sweet husband. The boys colored the wrapping on the gifts, Graeme painted the raddest water-color ever, and I blew up a bushel of balloons, while we waited for the birthday boy to arrive home. Later that evening, we dropped the boys off with adopted grandparents for the night and headed out for dinner and a little Christmas shopping for the boys. The next morning, we woke to a very quiet house. And when Steve pulled back the curtains, me still lazily hanging out underneath the down comforter, we couldn't believe the beauty that stared back at us.
Later that day, we picked up the boys from grandpa + grandma's house, bundled them up in probably way too many layers of clothing, and headed out to play in the snow. (This was the first time that Job had ever laid eyes on snow and he was pretty happy about it.) We facetimed Granna and sledded down the hill several times and then headed inside to get warm with some ovaltine and marshmallows. Thank you for letting me share a gazillion pictures of our snow day. I just couldn't help myself! Happy Mondaying!