There is a snow blanket covering this land today, a cold rememberance of memories past and memories to come. "Some memories never multiply, but new ones leave their trace...." I am remembering by the snow's visit a later day when the third child was bundled up by the first child and made to sit on a makeshift sled, an old scoop shovel seemingly fitted for little britches to ride upon the snow. The oldest, my first born- loved snow, first snows especially and he could not contain a joy within himself, he always needed to share it, for he was big in heart and the good Lord made him just that a way so that the cavity that held that heart might swell some more from the goodness he shared with others, allowing the heart there to become even larger. That is what I see as I gaze out my window, this early early morning-a boy whose heart that was to big for this world, so big in fact that it calls to me still from the sweet hereafter, in an unsilenced memory of music and song and the sweetest, longing memories for those yesterdays, those take-them-all-for granted, the-sun-will-always-rise days and the snows-the first snow, will always fall in such a way on my heart that it softens and hardens it all at the same time. Hug your child today, love your child today, remember always remember the gift there. Blessings, take care-
