We are embracing the camera at my parents’ house today, snug inside while the sun blazes outside on mountains of snow and a bitter cold morning. It was seven below at seven o’clock. The past two days I bundled up and went running in the snow –in a hushed, expectant, deserted silence on Tuesday and on surprisingly traveled roads yesterday. But today I am declaring defeat and staying in.
Indoors, I get to enjoy this:
My mom playing with her granddaughter: they were identifying orchestra instruments. E would say “Wa daa?” and my mom would say, “That’s a violin.” Then E dances to the music, bopping her little head and wiggling her hips.
My dad introduced the boys to one of my favorite childhood experiences: listening to Peter and the Wolf and following along in the book.
I love B’s hand resting on his Opa’s. It’s best to hold hands when there’s a wolf around.