17 hours ago
Sunday, January 27, 2008
So Long Single Digits
Who are these sweet things? The donut maker and her manager.
The girl that says "geeese".
Daddy's home, it is time to fly.
Ben caught us watching I Dream of Jeannie under warm covers. For some odd reason Fritz was wearing swim goggles and carrying a gun.
Another inside moment because the outside is so bitterly cold.
Grilling Christmas present steaks in 9 degrees. They were delicious. Thank you, Grillmaster.
We are leaving on Friday for the south. While we are away, the single digits can keep company with the mesmerizing snow. Winter is indeed cold here, but it is fabulously beautiful. The snow whirls around on the highways like sand. And the whiteness is so complete and pure that having our sins washed as white as snow will always hold a special understanding in my heart.