Ten hours straight of the white stuff, on top of the ice, and it just keeps coming. An early dismissal, and then stuck in the school parking lot. O’s dad to the rescue! A little bright spot in a blizzard of a day. Can’t you see it in her eyes? We are so over this.
To keep my mind off the fact that my sleep was interrupted all night with the sounds of ice hitting the window, I thought I’d take a look at the photos from our seventy-five degree Sunday. These are from the dedication of M’s latest project – an addition to the building for the Pink Sisters….