Pouring snow. It’s beautiful, and actually totally bearable to me in the same way that getting slammed at work is fine the week before vacation. Hard to believe, though, that on Wednesday evening I was walking in New York in just a shirt.

Grace announced today that she loves Fireman Sam, Peter Pan, and princesses. That seems a manageable triumvirate.

We have a new family member! Catherine Ellen Russell was born on Wednesday and came home today. Can’t wait to meet her this weekend. Grace has been drawing and writing cards for her non-stop and might be the most excited of all.

Driving home from lunch with Annie, Paige, and Brooke, Kenny Loggins’ “Whenever I Call You Friend” came on the radio and I was flooded with memories of Kendall and Charlotte and 402-403 Forbes. The snow kind of takes me back there too, since it was an icy and snowy winter and I was on crutches. I remember Kendall and Charlotte dancing around the room to Kenny singing while I lay in bed … incredible how vivid some of the most tiny memories are. Beattie really did capture it best:

“Who expects small things to survive when even the largest get lost? People forget years and remember moments.” (Snow, from Where You’ll Find Me)