It’s not her first snow, but perhaps the first she remembers.
She offers up snowballs as precious gifts, then tosses them up in the air like so much confetti, squealing and laughing as the snow tickles her face.
I have no idea where she got that from.
She made her first snowman
And she set about playing as though it was her most important work
Even when seasoned with whimsy.
Sunday, she asked if Santa was going to come back, now that it snowed, so that he could have Christmas in the snow.