I kind of wish it were snowing. Maybe it will snow for Christmas this year. This is me and dad, when I was approximately 3-ish, during our brief time in Arkansas living on top of a mountain on a rabbit farm. Those are bread wrappers on my feet (over the top of a pair of my socks, a pair of my mom’s socks, a pair of Lisa’s socks, and a pair of dad’s socks — or so I’ve been told).