This is one of my favorite memories that my husband just happened to capture from our bedroom window last year in February. He made a mini-movie out of it unbeknownst to us. Our little boy and I went out to sled and just couldn’t stop. We flew down the hill (normally our street) and walked back up over and over again until it was too dark to see where we were going. Few people drive when it snows, so we had it all to ourselves. Snow doesn’t last long here, so it was hard to go inside and know that it would melt the next day. That’s what made the experience all the more special.
