Thanksgiving morning there was a ton of snow, and it was the first Willow has seen of it. In the morning she looked out the window and did a double-take then crawled over and pressed her head up to the window and stared out for a long time -pretty long for a baby.
Then she accepted it pretty matter-of-factly. Must be weird to be a baby; everything would be like that. "Oh. Well, I guess that's just how it is. Where's breakfast?"
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That willow sure is a cutie! ~Kara
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