It wasn’t a lot of snow.
But it was enough.
Enough to be magic’s passage.
A warmth to light upon the heart.
A smile to rise upon a face.
And a sparkle to gleam from eyes in fresh child-like innocence and joy.
What you do when you get up before 5AM on a Saturday so you can be down to the school by 6 to get your son on the bus for a wrestling tournament, of which, upon arrival to your son’s school, you are informed by the coach that the tournament just got cancelled…., due to the snow.
Snowball fights followed in the back yard. Rogue son was surprised and quite impressed when his Mama turned quickly to Warrior upon a pelting cheap shot to the face, his coat becoming much whiter than blue plaid in the end.