A Perfect Snowy Winter

There is something so delightful about cold winter days. This last picture might look like it was posed, but I promise, the only thing posed about it was I had to get up and set the camera up, then return to my corner of the couch for the self timer. Daniel was reading "Farmer Boy" to Lincoln, I was reading "Onions in the Stew" and Natasha was looking at my Grandma's 1928 Sears & Roebuck Catalog. Now, it certainly doesn't look like this *every* winter evening, but sometimes it does, and it makes my heart happy.