When the forecast said “significant accumulation,” we knew exactly what that meant: baking day.

We pulled out Grammy’s handwritten cinnamon roll recipe - the one on that yellowed index card with the coffee stain in the corner. Some things are too precious to digitize.

The kitchen filled with the smell of butter and cinnamon while the snow piled up outside. Daisy sat in her high chair, covered in flour and absolutely delighted by the chaos.

These are the days I want to remember. Not the perfect Instagram moments, but the messy, flour-dusted, snow-day ordinary ones.