These are the days of . . .
snow hanging heavy on the trees
wrapping up on the couch with a blanket
catching up on my reading
nothing but the sound of kids laughing
breaking the cold, damp winter silence
These are the days of . . .
lights cutting off, the hum of the refrigerator falling silent
A different silence falling on the house
And the kids jumping into a game of bananagrams
waiting on the one who is missing, my eldest, to return home
from far away, with good news
waiting on another good news
This is the time . . .
for a lot of waiting
What else can one do with 13 inches of snow blanketing the house
and trees down across the driveway?
But wait, breathing in hope, breathing out fears
Prairie Sings 
We enjoyed having Sidney here for a few days. Though he has a new name, courtesy of Emma: Nidney.
Excuse me, it was 15 inches of snow.
I needed to read this today. I’m breathing out the anxiety and recognizing what a tight knot I have myself in. Hugs for sharing.
This is so beautiful!