A Raven in the Snow -

Her first glimpse at the snow this morning

Last winter, Raven was too young to appreciate the snow too much, so we didn’t take her outside hardly at all.

This year, we were actually kind of excited for the first snow–we were excited to see her reaction to this strange cold white phenomenon that had coated her little world overnight.

We didn’t bother with getting her changed out of her pajamas—

We just threw some boots on (which work perfectly over her footie p.j.’s because the shoes are slightly too big for her still), pulled her little pink coat out of the closet, and set out, her “wubby” tucked firmly into the crook of her arm and the curl of her fist.

We convinced her to reach out and touch it, to take it all in with her eyes, to scoop it up with the tops of her shoes as we trekked across the unmarked canvas of whitest white.

The face below brought to you be an inch and a half of accumulated snow under her boots, making her walk tall and awkward

(with the boots only accumulating more with each step)