“Thank you,” he whispers before he pulls away and turns us back to look at the tree.
As we stand there, snow starts falling again, filling the air with a swirl of white, twirling flakes. We spend a long time watching or trying to catch snowflakes on our tongues, constantly touching and kissing and smiling at each other.
Not until the rest of the world starts waking up around us and the first gray strips of daylight appear, do we return home to get ready for the day.
* * * *
It’s soon lunchtime and my parents’ house is unusually quiet. Mom and Emily are in the kitchen, Granny is off somewhere talking on the phone with her best friend. Dad and Dylan were sent to the store for some emergency shopping of something or other Mom had forgotten, and Rob is upstairs watching television.