Monday, January 24, 2011


In just a few short months, the icicles will be melted into puddles we can splash in,

blankets of snow will turn into bright green blades of grass to feel between our toes,
and snow covered flowers will turn into blue and purple blooms to smell.
But until then, I will enjoy her little mittens falling off her hands, her pink fuzzy hats being pulled off of her head, her teeny tiny boots crunching piles of snow, and her giggles when she falls into the white.