We finally got snow this winter, yesterday and today, and we did what you should do on a snowy day—get out an play in it and come in for cookies and cocoa.
This afternoon, Kathleen "helped" me shovel and clear off the car. Then we worked on her snowman from earlier in the day. It wasn't too cold and the snow was still coming down in heavy, wet flakes. It was fun and lovely and so ordinary, save for that brief moment of wonder that it could be so ordinary, so normal. It wasn't upsetting, didn't ruin the day—just made me wonder how it could be. How can he be gone? How can my life be so ordinary and normal and lovely with him gone? And yet it is.
