We sat perched between the weather radar on the screen and the window sill. Peering through up to the sky, our eyes begged for snow. Our hearts leaped for joy at the littlest flurry, even though it was just that…a tiny flurry. The five year old in me right alongside of my very own 5 year old yearned for the joy of seeing snow, the joy of the anticipation, the joy of snuggling in and beholding the beauty. We waited. We did all kinds of snow rituals. Rituals just for the sake of having fun together more than for superstition. … Continue Reading »»