I just had to know.
Twice I checked. Three times.
Back to bed.
I closed my eyes, but sleep would not come.
I stole away to my laptop, reading the words of both friends and strangers in blogland.
I spent the next hour vowing to paint a headboard bright yellow, crying silent tears over the late-term miscarriage of a woman I've never met and determining that if I read any more Keep Calm signs on pinterest I might just swear outloud.
My eyes were getting heavy, but I decided to check once more.
I tiptoed my quiet path back to the window.
And there it was.
Coming down in soft, wispy puffs. Covering the trees and the leaves and the windshields of cars. Shimmering like so much glitter on the cold ground.
I stood there by my window, paused. Just watching.
Only a couple other windows were alight casting the smallest glow on our sleepy street.
Snuggled back in our warm bed, I couldn't help myself.
Justin, the snow! It's here. And with that, he buried his warm, tousled head into my neck and whispered, I'm glad, my baby.
I'm pretty glad myself.
My winter has come.
early January morning outside my window