snow.

It has been snowing non-stop just about the entire weekend. Minus the incredibly stressful drive to work on Saturday morning, I have been absolutely loving it. I didn't think I would. In fact, I was dreading its arrival until the moment it arrived. But when it did, I had a moment of clarity and realized that I would not be moving from where I currently live any time soon, so I had two options: I could complain about the snow and be miserable all winter, or I could embrace the snow and be an incredibly happy girl in this winter wonderland in which I am blessed to live. I chose the latter. Thank goodness.

"The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches."
- E.E. Cumings

This is the view from the front porch of the group home where I work. Chase and I do an overnight there once or twice a week (yes, my employer is kind enough to let my husband sleep there with me,) and this is what we woke up to. The girls were thrilled.

So thrilled that they offered to shovel the snow without being asked.

(I am not permitted to post pictures of their faces online, for their protection, so you will probably see a lot of pictures of the backs of their heads on this blog.)