Wisconsin. January. Snow. More than we’ve seen in the past five years for January, and more for the season than in the past 30 years. It clings. It stacks. It sparkles. It melts and refreezes. Mostly on steps and paths. Everyone does the January shuffle. Choose your favorite tune.

I don’t know how the sons managed to skip out of the photos. They did. If you can imagine them hovering in the background, cheering the rest of us on, then you have the people who light up our lives. Minnesota. January. A great time and place to celebrate life.