Bubble baths and blizzards this week. I will be so sad when my babies are too old for photo shoots in the bath tub. I will not be sad when the snow melts.
As they played in the warm bath water, the snow began to fall.
The next morning we woke up to a winter wonderland. Pretty, yes, but as Charlie would say, “I can’t like it.” I’m meant for warmer climates. From the moment the first flake falls, I dream of spring.
