I apologize for not posting yesterday. It was the last classes of the semester, so I was distracted with celebrations.
We saw our first snow Wednesday night. Big, fat flakes of white swirling lazily towards the frozen grass.
“I told myself I wouldn’t hope, I’m not hoping, I told myself I wouldn’t, do you think they might cancel school tomorrow?” Younger chanted, roaming from window to window.
The next day as he strapped himself into the seat next to me in the car, his backpack tossed carelessly in the back, he muttered, “This is the worst day of my life.”
And is still being betrayed by the snow fairies.
Life is hard when even the fairies are out to get you.