We have now spent almost three winters here in Moscow. Each year we have one good snow before Thanksgiving. This year did not disappoint. The first snow is so magical. Everything looks so clean covered in white and I can't explain how wonderful the smell of snow is. This year Ridley has embraced the winter. Last year he would squeal with distain if the cold snow touched his pale flesh. This year he loves bundling up and playing outside. If only Mama didn't get cold so quickly . . .
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O.K. Don't you love the smell of rain on the hot pavement also? Love you! Holly
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