This Saturday was special. It was Christmas Eve.
I love coming home for Christmas Eve. I love getting together with family, the protectiveness of the snow and the over abundance of traditions packed into a few days.
This Christmas Eve felt a little different due to the lack of snow, however, it created new memories of wandering that hadn't been possible in the years prior.
I hope everyone enjoyed their own magical night!
Patiently waiting to unwrap presents from the ones I love.
A strange occurrence of a brown field instead of seeing it blanketed with snow.
The coulee behind the farm turned a unique shade of hazel in rebuttal of no snow.
Merry Christmas, dear tree.