I Love my Snow. And my Baby.

I can't help it. When it snows I feel as though it's a holiday. I suppose that means I should live somewhere where it snows more often...or perhaps not, perhaps I'd become one of those people that complains about snow. 

I was giggly and happy all day yesterday.  I may have driven my colleague Nancy and my husband crazy but I couldn't help it.

I love where I work in the snow.

I love downtown Champaign in the snow.

I love my house in the snow.

I love my snow.

And of course I love sitting by the fireplace on a snowy night listening to my baby write a song....