Can you believe what landed on us for Christmas Day? The snow was simply magical. The last time I had this happen, I was 17. It was 1990 and I was a senior in high school. My grandma lived with us as well as our exchange student from Germany: Ute. That year we had a date to ride the ferry to see our cousins in Kingston. Talk about over the river, through the woods! We headed over the Puget Sound, into the woods and up a bunch of winding hills! In the snow. With my brothers, grandma, Aute, me my mom and dad all in our car. We couldn’t get up the hill and had to be saved by our cousins who could drive all over the place with no problem. Anyhow. I hadn’t any plans to workout on Christmas Eve after Zumba that morning, but there I was, walking around through the snow flurries by house lights and singing carols. Talk about a magical night! Waking up the next morning was just as beautiful. After the exctiment of presents ended, we headed back out in the snow to take a walk and find the best sledding hill. We got our steps in and even got sweaty in the process! The snow was a gift on many levels. ❤️