December 04, 2006
December 01, 2006
For Mom
| You Are 24% Lady |
 And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking. |
"It tastes like magic"
It snowed a couple of times at night during the week around Thanksgiving, just enough to give the yard a slight dusting when we awoke in the a.m. Yesterday as the boys and I got home from the library big, fat flakes began to fall. You could tell they were going to stick and by the time I had the boys down for naps it was coming down hard and looking like it was going to stay. Gid had his face half an inch from the window by the bed and it was obvious he wasn't going to sleep so I got him up, bundled and out the door. It was worth the skipped nap. He was in love.
At first I simply bundled Gid in a blanket and carried him out. It was one of those rare moments in life I knew I would remember forever and ache with the joy of it. We spun in circles staring up at the sky. We caught flakes on our tongues. We blew small clouds with our breath. We made footprints. We giggled and giggled. We wore ourselves out and snuggled together, breathing in each other's breath and listening to the flakes land. When he finally caught a flake on his tongue I asked Gideon what the snow tasted like. He was silent for a minute. Then, in a low, breathless three-year-old voice he whispered, "It tastes like magic."