Heaven

This afternoon, I took the boys outside to play in the snow. The whole world was sparkling white -- ice covered the tree branches and the sunshine glinted off the endless blanket of snow. There wasn't another person or even a footprint to be seen. Until we ran, whooping and hollering, falling in the piles of snow and breaking icicles off to use as light sabers. "This is the way I remember winter when I was little," I said to Cameron.

"Wow," he sighed wistfully. "It must have been like heaven when you were a kid!"