There is something so magical about a big snowfall. Everything seems so still and quiet. Last evening I stepped outside to enjoy a few minutes in our backyard before the sun set. The crunching of the icy snow under my feet, breathing in the crisp air, enjoying the silence...it is all so tranquil and invigorating at the same time.
And just as nice as it was outside it was so wonderful to come up our back steps into the warm kitchen with the smells of stew and fresh baked bread. The warmth of a home~a home filled with laughing kids, Christmas music, food, and love cannot be captured in a photo. It is beyond dreamy...