It’s no exaggeration when I say it was COLD when we took these photos. And by cold, I mean like 20 degrees cold with a wind chill of negative something. But man, did we have a good time. These two (and I know they look like twins, but they were actually born 361 days apart) never complained. In fact, we laughed as we ran, jumped, held hands and tried to stick our frozen hands in our pockets every chance we got. I guess that’s the price you pay sometimes for having a January birthday. But along those same lines, as I sit here and gaze out my window as big flakes of snow continue to poor down from that white sky, I also think, not everyone can say they get snow for their birthday. Happy Birthday little loves.