And here we are again with plenty of snow for a white Christmas. It came down all at once on Monday, and the wind was so strong that we stayed over night at Grandmas house instead of risking the road. Thank heavens we did. It was a mess the next day. When we got home the next evening, we had to go borrow shovels from the neighbors just to get into our garage.
This is a picture from inside our front door. Those are supposed to be steps down from our covered porch, but you wouldn't know it. Some places across the formerly shoveled sidewalk were waist deep.
The snow had stuck to every little branch of the trees during the storm, and it was absolutely beautiful the next morning.
And here is Halle who is always super excited to "help" with the shoveling any time someone steps out the door. If she sees Neal getting ready to leave the house, she bolts to find her boots and snow pants. It doesn't matter how many layers I make her wear out there. She is just beyond excited to play. It's a real let down and a bucket of tears if daddy is just going to work, so sometimes he has to sneak away to save me from the aftermath of disappointment.
