23.12.13 Ali Moore 0 Comments

I had one of those moments where I wished I could freeze time.  I consciously told myself to save this mental image, this feeling forever.

Right before Henry went to bed on Saturday night, I let Franklin out back and saw the snow we had heard about all day had finally started falling.  
Big, beautiful flakes.

When Frank came back in, I left the outside light on and grabbed Henry on my lap, and we watched the snow fall.  
My wiggle worm was still and quiet, and I just wonder what he must have thought about that snow.


The big show starts tomorrow evening for us with Christmas Eve church, meaning two littles in their Christmas red best.  
I'm already smiling thinking about it.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.