I wake up from my nightly snooze, walk out of our warm den into the space where out couches reside, exit said space and talk to my mother-in-law only to find myself distracted by the sweet smile of my beautiful son whom I reach out for and hug with much intent. We walk back into our lively of living spaces which is smacked in the middle of our apartment and I look out the windows to see something I didn’t expect to see! My eyes still like the Mill, mouth hanging below my knees as the frozen coins from the sky float down onto South Carolina soil. WE HAVE TO GO! We have to go out! Luckily for me, my beloved wife was coming home soon and we could take out little one out to first hand see the ice that falls from the Heavens.

That is what we did. Louise was bunched up with two sweaters, socks, thick’ol sweatpants and a beany for warm measure. We carried him outside and with my hands coldy wrapped around my camera, mom and son found their hands wrapped around snowballs throwing them and eating them. Louise loves ice so what better way to eat ice than from the sky? Well, we thought this would be a good combination but he did not like it too much, rather found that there is more joy walking through the white pillow and throwing crushed ice at everything.

We took some photos and it had to have been one of the greatest little spontaneous playdates ever.

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