thinking about change is exhilirating

and frightening

the knot in my stomach an indication of the

importance of it all

I couldn't even remember the last time I ate snow.

Long enough ago that the taste alluded me.

So, yes, I indulged.

Why only let the kids?

And, then I remembered. 

It's as if eating light, crisp, cold air.

I looked up and he seemed to be older.

How did that happen?

Of course he could read.  But like that?

Intense, interested, engaged.  

A newly-arrived Lego magazine chosen over computer.

When oh when.

how devastating to catch yourself 

stomping your feet

voice raised

and realize that mothering can be very very hard

I'd almost forgotten the magic of the words "Daddy Snow Day."  

The text of closing coming in the wee morning.

So the day was filled with pajamas and play and perfect homemade pancakes.

I was going to select the black toaster.

My son knew better.

And simply got the red one off of the shelf and put it in the cart.

She refused to be deterred by snowy road conditions.