I love snow. Like, really a lot. And I'm completely tickled that this is the kid's first snow. I know it can't tell that I'm looking at snow out the window, but I'm going to have some hot cocoa on the theory that it will feel the warm cozy sensation with me. It always makes me nervous to celebrate things like this, even within my own head, because I'm scared I'm somehow going to jinx it and something will happen to the baby. But for today I'm going to try to be happy and look not too far ahead.