Currently, I'm laying in bed, with an open window with snow just barely floating down. The only sound in the entire house is the shower running on the other side of the wall, where H is. A completely still and quiet home, for the first time in weeks. All of Hunter's aunts, uncles, brother, sister in law, nephew and dad are next door at their bed and breakfast where we will head after a few. I know without question his mom is over there, too. Somehow. Someway. She's in the smiles of stories exchanged between loved ones. In the squeal of Charlie and his feet pounding with excitement on the hardwood floor. She's in the light beaming through the clouds, warming the windows.
You might call this moment the calm before the storm, but a beautiful storm it will be.
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