One of my fondest memories growing up in Virginia is of my Grandmother. She’d always have a hot chocolate waiting for me after a long day of playing in the snow. Building snowmen, making snow angels, and writing your name snow works up a thirst. In I’d come, snot frozen on my upper lip and cheeks as red as tomatoes. I couldn’t wait to get my icy little hands on that warm cup of coco.
It’s like my Grandma had ESP […]