first snow

watching the first snow falling outside my window, blowing on a warm cup of tea that I'm holding with both hands, thumbing through old journals and pondering over my primary intention for the year to come. and all I can think of is "I hope my boys' little feet are dry".

and this kind of simple consideration, knowing that I've been consistently present in my sons' life to help them get ready for school every morning, spell words correctly, treat scratches and deal with the consequences of their own choices, while nothing grand or overly remarkable has been achieved this past year, fills me with a comfortable dose of contentedness, and joy.

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