I am a fortunate man in more ways than I could ever count. One such blessing I am thankful for, among many, are Monday’s at home with the twins. I could not have these moments were it not for my superstar wife who shines in a job dominated by men. I am sure I don’t say thank you enough, so thank you, and these moments are shared with her foremost in my mind.
The twins quickly pose for a picture. This was harder than you might think. They wanted to keep moving. Two things on their minds, tracking squirrels and making snow angels.
Theodore doubles his chin to look at Dad as I had requested. He wasn’t real happy that I asked him to open his eyes.
Separately, my free spirit, Jacqueline didn’t open her eyes. She told me, “Snow is falling in my eyes. I can’t open them.” Fair enough. She still made her snow angel.
Theodore’s snow angel. For the record, he made me go back after and use my hands to improve the size of his angels head, saying he had left it too small.
Jacqueline’s snow angel. She wanted to bring it inside.
Dad made this little snow man on our picnic table in the yard. Not filmed, Theodore ended up eating the whole thing.
Maybe my favorite moment of the hour outside in an inch or two of snow. I asked where Jackie was and she was behind a big oak tree on her own. She had found some squirrel tracks, and on her own, made a set of her own tracks in squirrel style. Awesome job, I love their thought process and I am constantly awed by the creative minds of our young.
Theodore’s knock-off version of his sister’s originals. Although he did follow the tracks all over the place until I had to pull him out from half way under our deck. It’s okay, that’s where the tracks took him.
I did start a small fire to assist in warming the twins up. It helped for only a few minutes. Perhaps their continuous diet of snow didn’t help my effort.
Back inside with their rosy cheeks, chocolate milk, peanut butter & fluff sandwiches and orange Cheetos made them forget the cold. They took roughly 20 seconds to get dressed back down to their jammies.
Before the twins sat down to eat at the table, Theodore shared some knowledge with me. Practically out of breath with excitement, and counting on his fingers, he shared. “First comes snow, then Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas, then our birthday’s!” Pretty good young man, pretty good.
Dad. The author. Me. Most fortunate man I know. Yes, I know, I am wearing a real cowboy hat, from a real cowboy store in Colorado. I am not a cowboy, though as a kid in the back yard, if I couldn’t be the Indian, then I wanted to be the cowboy. Either way, I would have preferred to be riding horseback, over vast lands, living life close to the land and all of the creatures drawing from it. Still do.