Enjoy the Cotton Candy

Yesterday, our younger daughter, Mia, and I went to see the charming musical "Cinderella." We had such a lovely and magical mother-daughter time! I did her makeup, we got dressed up and accessorized and took pictures together too. She even wanted to take an instant photo together with her last photo. Her LAST photo, Dear Readers! The coveted and most special photo of all! Mia wanted to take that photo, with me! Yay! At least I did something right yesterday... (All Dear Reader who are parents of teenagers understand this statement.)

We knew snow was expected but hoped we would make it home before it got hairy outside... we did not. We sat in the restaurant following the show, watching the snow come down heavily and begin to stick to surfaces so we high-tailed it to the car. The drive was a little scary and slippery but we knew the olympics and pajamas were waiting for us at home. 

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​This morning, I woke to what you see in these photos, snow clinging to every surface. Drip, drip, plop, plop sounds are coming from all around because the sunshine is melting all it touches. The birds are singing their vibrant songs again and nature's soundtrack makes me feel alive! Occasionally, the breeze knocks portions of snow from tree boughs that look like cotton candy, the old fashioned-type made fresh in spinning drums at fairs or circuses. The chill in the air keeps me indoors, so, for now, I will enjoy the cotton candy from the comfort and warmth of our home. 

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