When I was small, I was very lucky to need four Mother's Day cards. Naturally, I made a card for my mom, but also for my two grandmothers, and then one additional card for a very dear aunt.
Our neighborhood had a surprise snowstorm this weekend - a "chance of flurries" rapidly became eight inches, and by morning everything was covered in a sparkling white blanket. I turned on some Nat King Cole, flicked on the holiday lights, and cooked up French toast with flurries of powdered sugar, hot chocolate and whipped cream. My son woke to a winter wonderland.