First Snowfall

Last weekend was the first real winter storm we had in New England. It came last Saturday afternoon right as my parents and I headed into Boston to see It's a Wonderful Life. When we came out of the theater, we found the kind of quite you can only find in a city during a snow storm.

Boston is one of the most magical winter places you will ever find.

I promise.

The usually bustling city was so calm and quiet for a Saturday night right before Christmas. My parents and I wandered around Faneuil Hall where only a handful of people were roaming through the snow. We had a delicious smorgasbord of lobster mac n' cheese, calzone, arancini and Italian sausage as we watched the snow fall outside the giant windows of Quincy Market. It felt like we were in a snow globe.

Boston is truly my city. No matter where else I might end up in the coming months.

P.S. My parents are the cutest.

White Mornings

There is something so surreal about waking up to a snow covered world. Driving to work the other morning was like driving through fairy land. The sun was just rising, the trees were all white, and the world seemed to be in a quiet peace. A truly beautiful, glorious start to the day.

I hope you have a beautiful start to your week.

Snowy Mornings

I snapped these a few weeks ago after an overnight snow storm. I had the pleasure of working from home that morning, and as a sat at my dining room table amongst various spreadsheets, binders, and notebooks, I paused long enough to glance out the window and realize how truly beautiful this new blanket of snow made our little corner of the woods. 

That little moment changed my foggy, slightly frustrated mood into humble thankfulness that I get to live in such a gorgeous place. I truly love New England.

Spend a moment today taking in the world around you. Look for the beauty, whether it be obvious or beneath the surface.