I can’t seem to get Sophie inside out of the snow for bedtime. She scraped the little flurries off of the chair outside and ate them. That was kind of gross, but Mark reminded me that this will probably only happen once in Sophie’s lifetime, so I let her. 
The next morning, I woke up to Sophie’s precious little face pressed against our window and her shouting, “Wake up! Wake up! There is snow outside!” I definitely did not expect this kind of snow here!
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY
