it feels christmassy out there. i won't be diving in just yet since i still have school in the way, but there is a huge part of this time that reminds me of my grandma peters. she was the bestest, one of my most favourite, and i miss her more when the snowflakes fall. she was the queen of jam jams and pluma moos, and she had the world's greatest laugh. grandmas are good. just wish they could stick around a little longer.
