Something pretty.
I'm thankful for:
my health, Curious George fruit snacks, the fact that the kid who plowed into my car yesterday has insurance (yes, I bear the bad news: the Big Apple is injured), scarves, the furnace, my family and friends (really beautiful people, no kidding), newfound accquaintances, Something Corporate coming to Chicago in January, randomly bursting into dance at 7:30 in the morning, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Teen Vogue, jewelry, and... laughter.
It was so gorgeous at work last night. Nevermind the river or the rock or anything. Just the parking lot. Just the veranda. A coat of snow on everything except the twinkle lights and the binoculars, more snow coming down, the windows iced over just right. It's hard to make a snow angel and not get your khakis wet. The last time I was that in awe over the weather was last year in Chicago when my mom and I decided to walk back to the hotel from the ballet, and it was snowing, and I was dancing down Michigan Avenue (sniffling and sneezing my head off, practically) wearing the rhinestone tiara and mismatched mittens. Why is snow always the best?
my health, Curious George fruit snacks, the fact that the kid who plowed into my car yesterday has insurance (yes, I bear the bad news: the Big Apple is injured), scarves, the furnace, my family and friends (really beautiful people, no kidding), newfound accquaintances, Something Corporate coming to Chicago in January, randomly bursting into dance at 7:30 in the morning, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Teen Vogue, jewelry, and... laughter.
It was so gorgeous at work last night. Nevermind the river or the rock or anything. Just the parking lot. Just the veranda. A coat of snow on everything except the twinkle lights and the binoculars, more snow coming down, the windows iced over just right. It's hard to make a snow angel and not get your khakis wet. The last time I was that in awe over the weather was last year in Chicago when my mom and I decided to walk back to the hotel from the ballet, and it was snowing, and I was dancing down Michigan Avenue (sniffling and sneezing my head off, practically) wearing the rhinestone tiara and mismatched mittens. Why is snow always the best?