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By Violet Date: 2007 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2007.12.01.12.19.7479]] |
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there is something about the snow no matter how old i get my heart still leaps each time i look out the window to see soft flakes of cold falling to the ground this time was no different. i had just put the baby down for a nap there was a chilly stillness in the air as i made my way to the stairs, i paused it was snowing! snowflakes were dancing down from the top of the two-story windows to the ground i went to the couch and looked out my cat charlie and i sat staring, mesmerized such magic in precipitation. another thing about snow is its unanny way of making me think as it fell i began to reflect my heart raw, as if it might burst at any moment before our little one was born i had little sense of meaning and (at the risk of writing something that makes eyes roll) i really get it now. at 8:15 in the morning you were at work, she was in her crib and i sat quietly, knees to my chest, toes freezing making a silent promise to myself to find wonder and joy every day the way that i find it in the snowflakes touching the ground to make sure to let my heart leap when you kiss me and when i hold my sweet daughter-even when she's screaming at dawn to revel in our laughter, and the things-like standing and whispering- that my little bird is learning to do this first morning in december, with the first snow of the season (the first snow of our baby's life) i reflected on what was important and i cannot wait until you get home from work so that i can wind my arms around you and touch my lips to your scratchy face. |