We headed for the mountains with plans to snowshoe and go sledding. The snow was crispy and thin, the air felt like spring, and we didn't need snowshoes or even a coat. Instead of sleds we just used our bums, and Beckett giggled the whole way down. We ate lunch at one of my favorite places: a picnic table by the a river. It's days like these that I fall in love with winter.
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