Today…

There was snow. It fell in enormous flakes, melting as they hit the ground.

There were smallish feet stomping in warm boots.

There were wonderful words of wisdom and love, brought to us live through the miracle of television.
There was a big pot of bear stew for blowing on so as not to burn one’s mouth. But it was without potatoes. Next time, there must needs be potatoes. Snowy days need potatoes.
There were muddy dogs. With muddy paws and noses.

There were honesttogoodnessmadefromscratchstraightfrommylittlekitchen buttermilk biscuits.

With plenty of leftovers for breakfast nibbling with butter and honey.

There were heartfelt chats and sharing of news with faraway friends, family.
There were lovely welcome home/how was your day kisses in the kitchen.
There were wet snowy hugs. And giggling. But of course everyone knows giggling must always accompany wet hugs.
There was pre-holiday planning, dreaming, scheming.
And last but not least… one Papa dozing in one chair with a forehead perfect for kissing.