The snow is blowing steadily, the vehicle rocks outside in the gusting wind, distant houses against the hills are obliterated in white.  Winter is here, and so is the birthday of our second son, who turns seventeen today.  There will be no out-trips in this weather. Instead, we have built a fire to warm us, wrote notes and cards to the birthday boy, and spent the morning playing music together and listening to a taped message.

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Posted by Mydogfoxy

Oh, wow. I love how you write your entries! Please keep writing!

Brianna

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