No doubt in my mind Nounou would join the fight if he could.
Day: September 2, 2018
Duel under the Moon
I have to admit Mom is a MUCH better snowball-fighter than Dad. This time, at least, it’s an even fight. She opens fire with a well-aimed blow, that I skillfully block, then parries my own riposte at the very last second.
It’s a fight for the ages, and it goes on for, oh, at least a quarter of an hour. I don’t know who won exactly in the end, but I’d say it was the stitch in our sides from laughing so much.
Also, the cold seeping through the fabric of our gloves.
Plot Twist
I’m finally happy with the shape of my angel, when I hear the front door open. Turns out, not everyone in my family was asleep. Mom is standing there, looking at me visibly amused, with the seasonal sweater I know she’s been dying to wear for months.
“Stand up kiddo!” she says. “Your dad said you beat him in a snowball fight yesterday. My turn.”
It’s a duel!
Snow Angel
I’m freezing cold by that point, and I could finally go warm up inside. Or sleep.
But nah. Let’s do the thing that makes me happy instead.
Snowy Home
When I finally arrive home, at something like 3AM, I’m greeted with a jaw-dropping surprise.
It’s my neighborhood, but I barely recognize it. There’s an ambient glow in the air, reflected by the bright white layer of snow, an impossibly stark contrast with the darkness of the sky.
How could I resist the pull of letting myself fall into the snow, to draw my very first snow angel.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 