I'm sitting here on a cold, snowy day, with a to-do list a mile long and a million thoughts swirling through my head.
Sebastian and Isaac have been wanting more snow, and today, they got it. They spent the last several minutes getting their snowsuits and boots on, and searching for that one last stubborn glove. They just walked out together and, three short steps away from the back porch, dropped to their backs to make snow angels. They laid there together, flapping their arms and legs in unison, until they were satisfied an impressive angel would result, and then stood, smiling. They admired their handiwork for a moment, and moved on to dragging their feet to make paths in the snow. Now I see through the door that snowballs are next.
And I wanted to remember.