36 degrees, you don't intimidate us.
We've got cozy fleece sleepers to keep us warm.
And comfy sweatshirts that support our favorite school. (She calls this her "Go D!" shirt.)
And smiles so warm they could melt ice.
C'mon, Old Man Winter, we're ready for you.
(p.s. Who else thinks I'm going to sweat profusely holding that 13 lb ball of fleece all day? Mama might need one of Brooke's popsicles later.)
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