Coming home to your absence on the first snowy day this winter, I remembered the cleanly shoveled driveway from years passed, when I didn't have to ask, or when I did have to ask and you finished the job in no time, whether it was light snow, heavy wet snow, or icy snow. I remember the big winter 10 years ago, when despite your young age, you worked relentlessly by my side an entire weekend to clear the house, roof to driveway, of what felt like tons of snow.
And of course, the snowmen!
I miss you, buddy, but I know a word that reads well on fresh snow, from wherever you look at it: LOVE.
Mom, on the first winter Wednesday