White. The only white snowflakes around here are these crocheted ones I have that Great-Grandma made. I hang them up every winter
Success. Today, I successfully got a photo of my son with a *genuine* smile on his face. Not a goofy look, or fake smile. Not a photo-bomb. A real smile. And he cooperated with me (even if only for 2 minutes). I consider that a win.
cold. frost on a dead leaf. 2/365
