My husband and I had planned a quiet day by the fire, just the two of us. Taking a day to ourselves right before the holidays is one of our Christmas traditions, something we do instead of exchanging presents. He had taken the day off from work: I'd gotten out the massage oil and lingerie.
Plans for the day changed just a bit when a snowstorm came through the region and the kids — oh, happy day — ended up home with us. We had a nice day, the six of us hanging out by the fire, eating and talking, mocking Christmas specials that my daughter had looked up on her laptop. But it wasn't quite what we had envisioned.
Snow gathering on the back step, right at the beginning of the storm. I always stop to admire the pattern of the fresh snow before stepping into it.