snow angels

sometimes it's hard to remember. we get frustrated that it's cold, and messy. that the trip to the grocery store turns into a giant mess of dirty sludge in our floorboards. but if we just stop and forget that we're busy, it's fun to remember the magic of snow. the way the biggest fattest flakes felt as they melted against your tongue when you lifted your face to heaven. running as fast as you could through soft powder. the individuality of it all. sometimes i forget the simplest gifts are sometimes the sweetest.

it was fun to remember with these little angels.