… I tossed and turned for a long time before sleep finally found me, but it was soft and peaceful until I woke up early the next morning. I wasn’t sure what had woken me, but the sight that greeted me at my window was worth the short night. Outside snow was gently falling. I smiled, picked up my robe and looked for the tin of cook’s shortbread cookies I had hidden in the dresser and made for the bedroom door. It was a tradition of Isabella and I to wake each other up, should we notice snow falling in the middle of the night. We would sit in the…