Today might be the only time I've ever wished away mounds of snow at Christmastime. Our area of Virginia sits under a soft, frigid white blanket and more snowflakes are falling.
With the lights on the tree and in each window, it reminds me of a scene from a movie or memories of Christmases past with my family.
Except that one member of my family, my sister, is supposed to be flying in from Texas today. I'm waiting with my fingers crossed, praying that perhaps Richmond didn't get as much snow as we did and that my mom and T might be able to make it to the airport to bring Alison home.
We had plans for some Christmas shopping, Christmas movie marathons, cookie baking, and a pizza party with my girls this weekend. I'm wishing and hoping we get to do some of that.
So while I'm wishing and hoping, we'll be out in the white stuff today...