"Snowflakes!" She kept saying, and she was right. There were quite a few snowflakes blowing around and piling together in front of our frosted pane. We bundled her up and took her out (not in proper snow clothes, mind you, since we live fifteen miles from the Atlantic Ocean and certainly hadn't planned on getting a foot of snow this winter), to stomp through the snow. Her sole desire was to step in all of the fresh spots, and I recall that same joy: There's a beauty in imprinting yourself on something so new.
After a hot bath, we hit the road for our annual family trip to the Outer Banks to play board games by candle light. If that sounds romantic to you, you misunderstand. We lost power for a few hours, but it didn't interrupt our play. Matt made fantastic candles out of vegetable oil and swiffer pads, and God answered our prayer for a warm house by the time it was Charlotte's bedtime.
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