But then it happened. He returned a week before Christmas to DC/Alexandria:
And then, he followed me home to NC, and brought this the day after Christmas, in the front yard:
And in the backyard, too:
Then I was reminded of what snow looks like in the country, with no buildings to block the view:
And then our house was made beautiful and perfect. And I spent the day with my parents in the cozy comforts of our living room. The the dogs rolled around in the soft flakes of our almost-white Christmas. .
Damn that tricky, sneaky, beautiful snow.
Next time: Cupcakes!