Blizzard!

It's been snowing like crazy today. We've got about 4-6 inches, and I'm not entirely sure if it's supposed to stop sometime soon. And even though I've named the post Blizzard!, this is very much a calm snow, albeit heavy. I was driving home after picking Cam up at daycare and the snow was coming down in a way that almost made it seem like rain. For about two seconds I was caught up in a fantasy that it was summer, and a gentle rain was falling, and when Cam and I got home, we'd be able to dance and play in the rain. And then I noticed that it was only 32 degrees F out, and it was snow falling, not a warm rain.

For some reason or another, perhaps because snows like this are good for reflecting and remembering, I started thinking about early morning. When I was younger, it was always a blessing to wake up in a house that was still asleep. It always seemed as though I'd woken to a world that was just for me and had no others. And in a house that was often filled with eight or more people, these moments of solitude inside the house were rare and just that much more special. These days, though, if I get up early, I'm always ready to snuggle back into bed and sleep for another hour or four.

And now, a message from Camden:

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