Last year, toward the end of January, we had a week of snow days. I didn't get any pictures because I was in bed, praying not to lose our sweet bundle. Seth took the boys out for several days in a row, though, and I could hear them playing from my window.
Today, I woke up feeling a bit crummy. It's funny how memories can do that - especially when you're not expecting it, or understand it. But after trekking outside with my beautiful family and building a giant snowman and watching them hoot and holler, I felt so gleeful and blessed to have my precious husband and children and so very thankful that sometimes God gives us forced family days to make new, beautiful memories.





Love the snowman with the mustache
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