Yesterday, it was a snowy day.
When we woke up, there was a dusting of snow on the ground.
As you went down for your first morning nap, I read you The Snowy Day. You drifted effortlessly off to sleep.
Right before your second nap, it started snowing perfectly sized flakes.
We read the book again before your second nap. This time you smiled nearly a dozen times as I rocked you in the lap while we were on the glider.
Remember, books can be magic.