My family has a tradition of running barefoot in the snow every winter, usually in the first snow of the year. We run in the backyard and run for about 30 seconds, or as long as we can stand it!
This year, I didn't make it for the first snow. Then the next snow I thought, "I'll have Dave take a picture of me out here," and we never got around to it. The next snow I got some good pictures of the lawn and the trees and the cars all covered with snow, but we didn't have time for me to take off my shoes and prance around on the lawn. And so went the winter.
Well, last week we got what I hope is the LAST snow of the winter. And I convinced Dave to come out and take some pictures of me running around.
Here I am looking sassy for the camera.
Some action shots.
I think that this is one of the funnest traditions. I am definitely hoping to pass it on to my own children.