Home.

Home.
I love this place. Snow buries the landscape in a perfect blanket that gives freely, allowing you to gallivant through it making snow angels and memories. The stars were brilliant last night, and we stood in my driveway looking at them until my Dad came out and shined his flashlight on us. I felt like a high school girl and I kind of liked it.

I've been blushing a lot lately.

There's just something about coming home. I feel like a kid again.