The snow really is beautiful, isn't it? Well, unless you have to get out in it.
As I slushed and slid my way home last night, I thought about how thankful I am that Baby S is nestled away in our cozy little apartment, warm and oblivious to the mess outside. I look forward to the days of snowmen-building and angel-making, ice skating in Central Park and coming home for hot chocolate. Winter can be a magical time, especially amongst the lights and energy of NYC.
But for now, I find solace in knowing that my sweet Baby S is tucked away from the outside world... and it makes me even more excited to get home to her each night.