freezing cold and old car.

This day was frigid.  The wind was whistling straight through my coat, sneaking up and into every possible space in my clothing to find my skin and freeze it on the spot.  I kept jumping around trying to stay warm, looking for little places that might block that wretched wind.

Christian seemed like he couldn't be bothered with the weather.  He had things to do, fences to climb, jumping, laughing, a sister to hug, a car to sit on, a lollipop to snag...and that was just the begining. It's amazing to me how cold cannot faze a boy between the ages of 4 and thirteen.  No coat necessary.

growing. LIFE.