This time of year is my favorite. How many times do I have to say it? It's knowing I can wear flannel pants to bed and pull the covers up to my neck. It's walking out of Target and seeing the first snowflake of the year. It's spending hours in my room reading, huddled with a blanket on a beanbag. It's the slower pace of life due to cancellations from bad weather. It's learning to find things that inspire me when the cold temperatures make it a bit harder than usual. It's cooking when I'm bored. It's listening to She & Him every day just knowing memories from the year before will come flooding back. It's warm tea in my hands. It's knowing I get to see my brothers twice in a short period of time, once at Thanksgiving and once at Christmas. It's going on walks with my mom and dog, wrapped up in so many layers. It's all of the glorious food that we have a love-hate relationship with. It's decorations, it's blasting the heat in my car, it's buying the perfect gift, it's thankfulness, it's the end of fall and the beginning of winter.