Last winter, my family and I took a long drive down Seattle's frosty roads on Christmas night. The houses that surrounded us were all dreamy, whip-cream colored homes with wide front porches and staircases leading upward to the door. Families were visible inside, wrapped in their warmth. Small dewy rain kissed the twinkling lights that hugged the lining of the roofs. It was the most heartbreaking yet beautiful thing I have ever witnessed. I loved it so much.