I really can't remember a December without snow. It seems since my daughter came into this world 7 years ago, we've had a pretty significant snow fall of some sort to mark the month. And with her brother following suit and arriving exactly 5 years later, he too only knows of white Decembers.
So my little snow angels celebrate their big day today (up before the sun to open gifts), and head off to school in a fresh coating of snow, reminding me how quickly the winters meld together and the years blur, but the love I have for them is as strong as the day they entered the world. Happy Birthday!