A Little Snowy Magic

We ate a good dinner: fish and a warm salad and crispy potatoes.  We bathed our smiling, tired baby and I nursed him to sleep.  Ben and I shared an hour or so together before falling asleep, laughing and talking, sharing our hearts with one another.

Around 11:30, Eli needed me.  I gathered his warm, soft little body into me, wrapping us both in a quilt that my mother made for me and rocked him back to sleep.  Nighttime wakings are hard and draining, but there is something beyond wonderful about snuggling under a quilt, in the dark and quiet of the night with one of the ones you love best.  Pushing back the curtain over his window I saw the first snow of the season - Eli's first snow! - falling quietly around us.  Snow!  Snow is always so magical and in that moment, holding my sleeping boy, my heart did a double back flip of gratitude.  And then again when I slid back in bed, beneath another couple of quilts, beside Ben.  Safe and warm and cuddled close to my boys while the world was quietly whitened (very scantly whitened, mind you) outside our doors - pure magic and a feeling that I want to hold onto for just a little while longer.