I can remember the first time my mother showed me the beauty found in a single snowflake. Although teeny tiny, each one is uniquely different. Ever since, I’ve kind of adored snow. Some may…
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“Nuh uh! It’s MY turn! YOU got to yesterday! I’m telling Mom! MOM?!? Tell her…” And so began the 25 days of bickering. It wasn’t so much about the chocolate behind the tiny door,…