So remember how this summer when we moved here to El Paso it was pretty much 105*-108* for a like a month? And I realized that I might never, ever see snow again because, after all, this is the desert.
I pretty much reconciled myself to the fact that for the 3 years that we live here, I would be in shorts, flip flops, and a tank top year round and so I packed my wool coats away. With bitter tears. Because there is nothing that warms my heart like the cold and snow. NOTHING. I am a cold weather girl. Bring on fireplaces, hot cocoa, and boots.
BRING THEM ON.






















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