Even though I saw snow on the way to Boston, Saturday it snowed at home and actually stuck to the ground. Dad took me to the grocery store and Mom took a picture of the snowflakes falling on my face as we walked to the car.
Later that afternoon Mom and Dad stuffed me into my snowsuit and we walked around our backyard.
Mom and I have matching hoods! (Don’t worry, Uncle Kyle. Mom says the fur isn’t real.)
Tucker loved the snow, too.
“The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.” —Margaret Atwood
