Four years ago when we married, I remember telling Cliff how beautiful I thought Canada was, to which he told me, “You don’t know what you’re saying until you’ve experienced a Canadian winter!”
To which I replied with candor, “Well in that case, let me be in my third trimester if it ever happens!”
Who would have known that four years later, it would be a statement come true.
At 33 weeks, snow has officially arrived.
Thanking God for the beauty of willow trees withstanding the winter, the warm hug of a husband and a baby who literally does keep me feeling quite toasty mostly!
Missing everyone back home
The last day before snow arrived.
Photo credits: Team Tam