Spilled Sprinkles

It's snowing.  It's a perfect snow.  The way the light is hitting it makes it almost look like glitter.  

Tonight Stephanie and I baked Christmas cookies to candle light, christmas music and the glitter snow falling outside our window.  By "baked" I clearly mean we bought break and bake sugar cookies, frosted them and then spilled sprinkles all over the kitchen I just cleaned.  However, you cannot bake Christmas cookies without a good mess.  It felt right.  The whole situation was near perfect.  We're pretty cute roommates.  I'll be sad to loose her in a week and a half to India, then Kansas City, then Elliot.  On the other hand, I cannot help but be so excited for her.

I'm just giddy tonight.