I almost missed it.

The snow.  The wet.  The cold.

No snow pants.  No boots.

No thanks.

“I despise the snow and cold,” I said.

But he smiled, “It’s up to you.”

Then they marveled, “You’re coming, Mom?”

And I saw every smile, every crazy run, laughed and cheered and loved every minute.

Didn’t miss a thing.

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