Clay came home from work and he and the boys bundled up and headed out into the snow for some sledding. On the way out the door, I noticed Max didn't have a hat on, a fact that seemed to startle him more than one would expect. I hauled him down the stairs to find a hat because most of the body's heat is lost, blah blah blah.
When I'd dug out an acceptable hat (not that one, it's tooo tiiiiiight, not that one, it's iiiiiitchyyyy), and managed to shove enough hair out of his eyes and slip the hat on in the split second before the hair returned to his eyes, Max turned to join the rest of the sledding crew. At the bottom of the stairs he paused and looked back at me with a shining face.
"I'm just so glad we're a full family now. All together, with a dad. It's just SO RIGHT now."
I watched them go, into the swiftly waning afternoon light. Geese flew overhead, honking to one another. Eddies of snow blew off the roof, as still more new snow sifted down from the sky.
It is. It is just so right.