The girls and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. It s been real quality time where even though there are moments of insanity, time that I would not give up for the world. Tonight was a prime example of some of the little things that as you get older you have vague recollections. Fleeting memories that are only holding on by a thread.

I was shoveling the driveway and Cali and Macy were sliding down the shoveled snow mountains onto the driveway, causing more snow that had already been shoveled once to beckon my name again. In most cases this would cause me to go Chernobyl at the repetition of a completed action. But it does not.

I do not get upset. I don’t even flinch. I just recollect a time that is so very far away

I remember a time when I was little in the winter. I was wearing a one piece snowsuit. I was crawling through a fort I had dug out in the snow as my dad was shoveling the driveway. All the snow that I had to get rid of to make this perfect fortress was getting heaved onto his shoveled driveway. As I was backing out to put the finishing touches on it I noticed the mess I had mase and then I saw my Dad….just smiling. When he ought to have told me to clean it up or thanked me for making his job harder or asked me to clean it, he just smiled. A smile that said, keep going. Do what it is that makes your heart full and I will be full with you. I will remember that moment like others that every person does of their childhood. This memory just has a bigger meaning to me I guess