We sit together at the table and that is enough for us. She holds her tattered blanket to her cheek. The kitchen is cold, winter clings to the world outside the window. Quiet surrounds the space as we imagine our day together. It is a blank slate; there are no pressing commitments to keep. It is ours to unfold and explore as we choose.
First, waffles for breakfast! Canadian Maple Syrup drizzled over the squares, the sweet taste, divine! Glasses of orange juice to wash down the warm, soft, syrupy mixture, black coffee for me. Blueberries fill a bowl. We exchange a glance and smile. Our quiet, morning world is perfect.
She tells me this story.
“Last night I prayed for snow, so much that I would have to stay with you.”
I tell her that I prayed for snow too. So much that I could keep her! We would ignore the responsibilities of the coming days for just a brief while.
The flakes tumble-down from the heavens above as if to answer our prayers. She gazes out the window and beholds the magical sight, nature’s winter encore. The snowflakes dance and twirl bespoke for one so innocent, so full of belief and dreams.
Bedecked in a cozy striped knit scarf and furry mittens, she twirls on the grass, arms outstretched to hug the gift scattered down from the heavens. Snowflakes kiss her cheeks, land upon her small mittened hand. An image of a tiny ballerina in an opened jewel box comes to mind. Enchanted, she spins to a fairy’s beat. For a brief time, nature will oblige. Winter’s charms and the gentle one play together. A little snowman sits under the Maple Tree, a reminder of the moments spent within this fantasy snow globe.
We warm up inside the house and watch the snowflakes fall.
“Snowflakes are so beautiful,” she sighs.
“I wish they could fall forever.”