That's a lot of snow for early November. The last time it snowed was 8 months ago. The first leg of that wintery wonderland emerged on a Friday afternoon in March, and I posted this picture with the caption "Finally, proper snow."
They were so freaking excited about this snowman. I remember I ducked inside before it was done because it was so damned wet and cold.
By morning, Aria had a 105 degree fever and we headed to the pediatrician's office, only to be told that kids with strep get crazy high fevers. Something similar happened Sunday at 3AM in the ER. By Monday night, we had a blizzard and I was taking Aria to a new ER while Kevin stayed home with Lyric.
By morning, Aria had cancer. That's what I think of each time I see this picture, one that I should love.
A few minutes ago, Kevin took the girls out to play in the first little snowfall of the season. All afternoon, I've tried to love their excitement and delight in how exciting and pretty it is. But all I manage is a smile that never reaches my eyes, doing little more than remaining upright, lucid, and taking in just enough oxygen to remain so.
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