"Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity."
- Novala Takemoto

A few weeks ago, I made the snow fall in my kitchen. My friend Grace was there to capture it. 

It's been almost 2 months since we've moved into our new home and our yard is finally covered in white. I've been waiting for the day when the snow starts to fall; when I'd wake up and look out the window to see that our little house, our house, was buried in a globe.

Winter is my favorite time of year. It gives me an extra excuse to stay inside and heat the house with the oven while I bake cookies late into the night. That way I get to watch the snowflakes dance in the frame of the windows; bright against the smokey sky.

  This house is magic.

There is this surreal, hazy feeling I get when I look around our new kitchen. It's at least 3 times the size of the one I grew up in. There's a window in front of the sink where I can wash my dishes and watch the plants on the windowsill soak up the sun.

The smell of chocolate and coffee are so much stronger here.

I'm having a hard time comprehending this new reality. I feel a certain kind of thankfulness, but a lot of confusion.

How did we get here?

Do we deserve all of this?

There will always be apart of me that avoids rest for that reason. I feel the constant urge to earn it. There's no time to stop and marvel; I keep moving. I've reached an important point in my life, where I can't stop watching the snow fall from the kitchen window in disbelief so I keep washing those dishes to make more cookies.

This is ours.  

I met Megan when we worked on a wedding photoshoot together at the beginning of 2017. We talked briefly amidst the chaos of confetti, cake, and ribbon, but really got to know each other after she asked me to bake her wedding cake.

Her wedding theme was inspired by cloud illustrations that she had illustrated, so we worked together on creating a cake that fit her design. 

I baked a chocolate cake and covered it in buttercream frosting that was made to look like her artwork. To mimic the sky, it was topped with cotton candy clouds.