Yesterday, the weather channel called for snow for the second half of the day, so naturally, I had a whole day perfectly planned out – which consisted sitting bundled up, crafting, and watching the snow fall. When late afternoon approached and I hadn’t yet seen a flurry, I began to fall into a funk as my perfectly planned afternoon fell to pieces. Just as I was about to give up on the day, Ryan came to the rescue, and suggested we build our gingerbread house that had been sitting in a box since before Christmas (don’t worry, we don’t plan on eating it). Just as we began to construct, a little bit of snow started to fall, and though it didn’t last for long, the nostalgic feeling of waiting for that first snow flurry and building a gingerbread house was enough to turn my day around.
Very cute!