The first snow of the year usually brings a smile to my face. It’s been months since we’ve had that delicious crispness in the air and a blanket of white over the land, and I’m always returned to an excited childlike awe. This year was even more special. I came home to see the front steps of my very first home blanketed, with only the pawprints of the cat visible. It wasn’t just the cripness of the air I was breathing that left me short of breath. Thinking back to all the work of saving and going to the banks and working with the realtor, I realized how completely grateful I was at that moment. The first snow of my first home is a beautiful sight I’ll never forget.