Snow days, Holledays

We put new tires on the Fit and tricked the dogs into thinking we were going to the park.

Nineteen hours later we arrive in Minnesota.

Thankfully they love the snow,

 

First snow.

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At least until it falls to twenty below, when we leave the outdoors to the sundogs.

I’m grateful to see my brothers

be fathers.

Are we doing this right?

I think so.

I die every time I hear them say “Uncle Arfer.”