And then there were eight.
I knew it wouldn't last forever - these homebound days, the nine of us nested at home, one frozen day after the next. Yesterday's sunlight melted most of the ice and the thaw brought with it the return of Doug's forty-something mile commute. My only comfort in waking to his absence was the hot pot of coffee he'd left behind.
I've reminded myself more than once of the gift of these five frozen days together. The coming year promises to be one of change for this family of ours. Today's mail jogged my memory of that bittersweet reality - an $80,000 scholarship award letter for our Emily. We celebrated with dinner out, the whole family. Nothing fancy, but we made a point to mark the time.
Time. I wish I could go back in time to that trembling young mother who was once me, the one who wondered if she really could take on the work of teaching her own children at home. "Just you wait," I'd tell her. "You'll see. It'll all work out." It did.