This afternoon the kids and I went out to deliver some Christmas goodies to the neighbours and it started snowing the most beautiful snowfall in the world! The flakes were big and beautiful and perfect. The clouds weren't dropping huge globs of flakes or showering us with ice pellets. The snowflakes were just the right size for us to admire their beauty and uniqueness before melting away.
It was a magical snowfall.
|One of these days I might even learn how to take a selfie without looking like my brain is breaking. Today was not that day.|
Like Laura Ingalls Wilder, I sometimes loathed my brown hair as a child, for much of the same reasons Laura did (basically, for whatever reason, blond hair seems to be the superior colour in our culture). My friend Becca Woodward had long, blonde hair and I envied her with a passion.
However, I've long-since come to embrace my hair colour.
We noticed on our walk that darker hair makes a much nicer background for snowflakes than blonde hair does—so that's an upside (in case you were looking for one).