Sledding

The snow is taller than one of the littles,

and halfway up another,

but there was just to too much memory making to stay cozy inside.

I remember too well the white of my own childhood,

the fort-building snow,

the tunnels we burrowed,

and there was nothing like Sleigh-Ride Hill at my Pop and Grandma's.

I even met the hubs simply because I couldn't pass up sledding on the first snowy night of my college years.

And so,

our afternoon was cold and wet and shivery

and there may be some bruises tomorrow

but, oh, was it good.