The Two Month Old Snow Fall

My son was two months old, one of the most precious ages I can remember.  Even though all of his ages are precious to me in their own way, there is something about a tiny infant that just brings new meaning to life.  Having been born in late October, we were in early winter by this point, looking forward to his first Christmas.  It was a cold night, about 3am when I woke to give him one of his middle-of-the-night bottle.  I rose to go into the kitchen and warm his bottle for him as he waited patiently in his bassinett for his Mommy to come for him.  He never yelled, screamed or cried for me because he always knew I was coming for him and he was confident even at that young age.

As I stood in the kitchen, boiling the bottle to warm it, I looked out to the enclosed porch we have that extends off the kitchen, surrounded by windows and a warm fireplace and I saw the snow fall.  I turned the outside light on and you could see what a splendor the snowfall was that night.  The snowflakes were large and the silence of it all was peaceful. I thought, what a perfect place to feed my baby.  So I opened the door to the enclosed porch and turned up the heat.  By this time, the bottle was perfectly warm, I went to cuddle my baby in his blanket and to the porch we went. 

We sat in a rocker that was in perfect position for me to watch the snow fall.  This little moment stands out in my mind as a memory that will never leave me.  The peacefulness of the moment, the child cradled in my arms and the snow falling outside seemed magical.  I can still picture the moment and feel it in my heart.  It is one of my favorite moments with my son, along with many others. After he finished his bottle, he slept in my arms as I stayed for another two hours on the porch, admiring the weather and my son.  I felt blessed, loved and so very fortunate and during that two month old snowfall, my life and its contents changed forever.