My heart was so heavy with so many things the other day.  I went out into the snow with the girls.

I took them to their favorite hill.  I wonder sometimes how many of their memories will involve flying down a hill or dragging an increasingly heavy sled back through the woods to their cabin.  Many, I hope.

As the girls flew over and over down the enormous hill, I laid down in the snow and looked up into heaven.

Flakes fell from the vastness above and tiny darts of ice fell and melted on my face.  Each one had travelled so far to tell me that all was well.

Every moment in my life, every uncontrollable circumstance, every decision, every effort, every struggle, had led to that quiet moment in the snow.  And that quiet moment was leading to every moment that would follow thereafter.

That moment was perfect, encapsulating everything we have worked to become.  That one moment would lead to more, and all would be well.

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