I was walking Wee One to school this morning, and I pointed out to her something that I love to look at in the snow: when a blade of grass casts a shadow on the snow. A thin little blade of grass. A narrow and delicate shadow on the sparkling snow.
She said, “So you’re in love with grass shadows?”
Not as much as I am in love with you, child, but yes. I am.
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