Snola

A foot of snow fell on New Orleans earlier this week. My Tuesday turned into a Mary Oliver poem.

The snow was so deep, Twy could barely see over it. Jasper went full sled dog, running faster than we could keep up. Craig drove me bonkers constantly throwing snowballs, and his pink lady apple cheeks broke my heart. He’s getting so tall.

It’s Friday. The snow is thawing. Craig asked me why snow has to melt. He was so genuinely sad.

We will never see this again.

What a day.