It's March 22nd and the entryway to my house is covered with an assortment of winter gear. A couple of snowsuits, coats, boots, gloves, hats, etc.
As a family we went out into the strangely warm snowstorm this afternoon. It was an odd feeling, hearing birds in the background and watching snowflakes gather on the eyelashes of my blue eyed, doll baby daughter.
I must have made 20 snowballs for my son, who threw them, commenting at how they crumbled up as they struck the side of the house. I used my bare hands, not being fully prepared to "play," thinking I would just be holding onto the star fish shaped baby in her puffy hand-me-down snowsuit.
It was only maybe 15 minutes, but it was 15 minutes of images that are etched in mind as just one of the beautiful moments of this quarantine.