December 27, 2007
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.
I say if the snow means you are going to post more, bring it! Even if it is all about how mournful you are. Movie theaters are warm, with nice warm popcorn, you know.
Posted by: Groovecatmom | December 27, 2007 at 06:49 PM
I'm with Groovecatmom!
Max is such a surprising child! (and a great bowler.)
Posted by: Amma D | December 28, 2007 at 12:31 PM
That's so awesome! I'm glad it's all right for you!
Posted by: Heather Cook | December 28, 2007 at 02:06 PM
What a lovely comment for him to make.
Posted by: Emily R | December 30, 2007 at 12:56 PM