Timing is everything

The snow started to fall around late morning today, and by mid-afternoon, there was a significant coating of nice, sloppy, wet stuff all around us.

It's a Saturday, the snow is unadulterated, we've watched it come down all day. This is quite possibly the first time this alignment has happened while Jacob was with me for the weekend.

It took me a solid half hour to gather the necessary supplies and bundle him up with layers and layers tucked into layers.

And then that view beyond the sliding glass door finally became a reality for him.


He wasn't gleeful, or ecstatic, or tearing into this shit like I thought he'd be. But then, he had an extra 14 layers of clothes he wasn't used to. Still, he wanted to trek through the yard, and as difficult as that was for him in his limited mobility, he really made a valiant effort. A very serious effort.


He didn't speak the whole seven minutes we survived the outdoors. He didn't do much except take in the phenomenon that is snow and his capability of being surrounded by it. Even when he fell down, he seemed to accept that this was a new situation, akin to learning to walk again.


He didn't protest when I finally took him back inside. Or when he had his first taste of hot chocolate.