This is my kind of snow day.
Gently sifting white confetti.
Tranquil.
Peaceful.
Made from scratch beef stock.
Liquid love.
Simmering.
Its warm aroma fills our little home.
I'm content.
And more blessed than a woman has a right to be.
"If you surrender completely to the moments
as they pass, you live more richly those moments."
-- Anne Morrow Lindbergh