the dead of winter. plants are dried and dark. my girls' cheeks are rosy and plump. little penny loved watching her sisters run and make snow angels, i did too. After, we sipped frothy hot cocoa from our cocoa latte and warmed our frost bitten fingers back up. I keep thinking about the bulbs raquel and I planted in the autumn. They are nestled in the soil frozen and waiting for the warmth of the sun. It's kinda how I feel too.