Snow.
The other day I was mentioning to someone that I thought we were supposed to have a mild summer because we had such a cold winter. And she reminded me that no, in fact, a cold winter means a hot summer. To me a hot summer is worse than a cold winter. Regardless, it triggered my memory of the below pictures & I might as well embrace this belated blog-posting mania anyway.
I mean, look at it.
Best daddy ever.
But she didn’t like it. Can you tell?
The after party…safe & warm watching daddy through the window run laps in the wintry bliss. Too bad I don’t have pics of that!
Overall Darby wasn’t a fan of being in the snow but she loved it through the window 
So far in her life she’s only known a white Christmas, and that’s a fun memory to have (for me at least).
