Friday, October 22, 2010

Winter Wooshing

This morning as I lie awake, eyes closed, at 3 am, trying, but struggling to fall back asleep after a feeding, I heard a familiar sound. Rumbling of a truck on the street. It's trash day, but at 3 am? And anyway, it really sounded like a snow plow. I instantly had visions of a snowy street, trees heavy laden with white powder, cars buried under wind swept snow dunes, all the while Meredith, Chris and me wrapped up in our flannel bed of coziness. It was a glimpse into our first winter with our warm little bundle of joy. I'm not quite ready for it yet but oh, it will be sweet.

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