We had a good snow a couple weeks ago. The soft white and fluffy kind. By the time I was done working, the snow was slush, but Sam didn’t care because there were big puddles to jump in. Oh my little bear how I love you so.
There’s something magical about weekend mornings. We are all in high sprites (and filled with pancakes) The kitchen is our gathering place. Sam pretends to make us oatmeal with cinnamon and throws it in the air for us to catch in our mouths. Sometimes he makes us coffee, he knows us too well.