Remembering the night I carried you both out into the crisp white light. A full moon bathing the tree limbs of our yard. Wrapped in a blanket, our breathes danced the air. “Look up there” I whispered. “See the moon” Her beauty full. We noticed the ice laced tips of the yew tree… glowing laced light, magic. Taking in the moment together, the warmth of my boys held close.

Turning to return through the door of our home we stopped to touch the cold fingers of our purple magnolia tree, aglow with iced light. Our excitement giggled. My heart said “ahhh…” The night remembers how we said “WOW” so full of awe.

February 2019