is knowing that the Crock Pot will have a hot supper waiting for us when we get home.
Snow has been falling steadily ever since I walked out the front door at 7:00 this morning. I looked like a snowman by the time I got on the bus. At work, I quickly traded the "baby chicks" storytime theme I had prepared for a "snow" theme, and when only a handful of families braved the weather, we got to do all kinds of fun small-group activities. Every time I look out the window, the snow seems to be falling harder, in huge cotton ball-y chunks. I love it, I really do. But what I love more is the promise of a hot meal from our slow cooker!