When we lived in Arizona, winter was by far our favorite season. The time of year when it was finally cool enough to open the windows and wear jeans, even if only in the morning. We loved spending time outdoors, breathing in the fresh crisp(ish) December air.
Then a few years ago, we moved to North Texas.
Here we have fickle winter weather, hot one day, freezing cold the next.
We love watching the leaves change (I almost forgot they did that!), and experiencing a touch more of true winter.
But still, it’s Texas. It doesn’t get that cold, and it definitely doesn’t snow.
Until one beautifully magical day last year…
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