Winter is perhaps my favorite time of the year. I woke up to Angelina’s scream today. Her nose was glued to the window as she stared outside, clearly in much awe. It was snowing; the very first snow of this winter. Pulling on comfy socks and cloaks over our night dresses, It didn’t take us long to run outside.

I had my face turned toward the sky, arms spread wide open; tongue sticking out – hoping to catch a snow flake. Instead I caught a large snowball on the side of my face, followed by familiar laughter. Oliver was a goner.