I had been dreading the snow since Adam left. And then it came. On Saturday, we woke to snow. We bundled up, picked up the long-dormant snow-shovels, and cleared the walk.
It was wonderful.
We walked to the library and had snowball fights and smiles on our faces. And Sunday the cold came in, the bitter cold I had been dreading since Adam left. This morning I bundled the kids, really bundled them, for the one-block walk to Reed’s school. I was in a sour mood, trying to get everything set, everyone fed and everyone’s bodies well-covered while they had other things in mind.
But when we stepped out into that bitter cold I had been dreading, the sky was still pink and was fresh and bright. And the trees looked cold and good and the air was not unfriendly. We were wool-wrapped and warm enough for the short walk there and back, despite the frigid weather.
It’s cold outside, and we’re doing just fine.