diapers and skinny jeans

Remember yesterday how I posted about the nice weather we were having?  Well, it finally happened.  It's snowing here in Chicago.  I held Sofia up by the windowsill this morning as we woke, and she banged her hands up upon the glass and breathed tiny warm breaths as she gazed out at the tiny specks of white blowing past her.  Then, she started laughing. For whatever reason today, snow is funny. In a few hours, Papa will come home from work and we'll put on a giant pot of vegetable soup to warm up, but for now, Sofia and I are off to bake cinnamon rolls, curl up for a short nap, and watch the snow from the comfort of a warm apartment.

T oday was the perfect, "lay around with your blankie and nap with the sound of the rain kind of day".  With a face like this it's hard not to want to lay and do nothing all day.  Every morning I wake up I feel like she looks at me longer, stares more intently, and shows me the purest light and love that I have ever felt.  We're getting to know one another.  We've got a bond that is unbreakable.