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18 JANUARY, 2025

I fully expected Star to cry from the cold when I took her out to see her first snow. Nope, just the opposite: she made every happy sound she knew how to make at the time. I bundled her up in a hat that I had recently finished knitting to replace one that she had grown out of, and a snowsuit that I was beginning to think would be too small for by the time it actually snowed. She wasn't happy about the layers at first, but once I took her outside she forgot about how much she doesn't like wearing hats.

Watching her discover snow melted my heart like the flakes did once they touched her face. Her eyes were so bright, her voice so high-pitched in enthusiasm, her mittened hands so eager to touch that weird white stuff. Those brief five minutes in the cold with my daughter will be on my mind for years to come.