Watching the snowflakes fly outside the window. . .
piling up on the ground. . .fluffy. . .
ready for little feet to run, great galumphing, boot steps. . .
dreaming of sliding down great hills in the backyard. . .
or just cuddle close. . .
sipping warm coffee, warming by the heater. . .
feeling safe. . .
that happy, deep down. . .content. . .
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