Over the weekend we received 70 cm of snow. I was remembering when I was little and we would put our snow pants on and sled down the hill in the backyard, build snow men and have snow ball fights. Snow was fun. Now it’s almost a reminder of what was. I no longer have someone to help me shovel. Someone who would share in a cup of hot chocolate with me. Who would complain about how cold it is. Or even share in the beauty of the snow on the trees.
Those everyday moments are what I miss.