Quite a lot.
Winter arrived in Minnesota on the final day of February and dropped a few inches of heavy, wet, build-the-world's-tallest-snowman snow.
The girls reveled in it.
Correction: Elena reveled in it.
Stella refused to put on gloves and learned very quickly that snow is cold.
And cold hands make for a miserable little girl.
(and an "I told you so" mom)
(Still accepting Parent-Of-The-Year Awards)
And one week later,
as fast as it came,
it retreated once more.
Spring is coming.
I can smell it on the pavement in the morning.
I hear it in the song of the birds.
Soon, green grass, golden sunshine (that lasts past seven o'clock!),
lilacs, oh how I missed the lilacs the last two years,
and fresh breathe-it-in-deep-and-sigh-it-out air will arrive.
But before spring can...spring, the thaw must come.
And with it-water.
Which means, puddles.
I could photograph these girls
It is just SO natural taking their photo.
No fear of failure.
Pure, blissful, amazing heart.
And I love the feeling of it.