day 11

it's january 11 around 4:50 p.m. i steal a moment to myself, pausing to soak in the joy of a snow day. i only hear the heater blowing but in my mind i am singing, "snow, snow, snow, snow, snow" from the movie white christmas. i miss my brother as i drink hot cocoa and remember sledding. and i am laughing because i see how many marshmallows i have in my mug. can you have too many?



i am grateful for:

a snow day (so my husband is home)
william stafford
a conversation with michelle
the gift of words