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"Ready?! Hold on tight! Hug Mommy really big!" Precious arms squeeze my shoulders, and I shove my boots against the ground.
"FAST!" M&M squeals as my feet scramble to get us to the edge of the hill.
and we're flying!
Wind rushing in our ears,
clear air tickling our rosy cheeks,
Giggling, shrieking, gliding, flying!
We careen to a jarring halt,
frigid snow bits clumping in our eyelashes, biting our faces, clinging to our pigtails.
We tumble off the sled, and I can't remember lesson plans, emails, or a to-do list. I can't remember anything but our twinkling blue eyes, our toothy grins, her little arms hugging my neck, and that flying feeling. Purely, joyfully free.
Whatever I used to do on snow days, it wasn't nearly as sweet as this.