It snowed all day yesterday and today our town looks like a Christmas card. The sun is shining, it's freezing cold out, and everthing is covered in soft mounds of snow. Little piles on the fence posts, tree branches holding soft little piles of the stuff, all powdery covering the ground and perfect for snow angels.
This morning I'm leaving to go back east for a few days for my uncle's funeral. He passed away very unexpectedly on Monday morning. He and and my aunt are two of the most dear people in the world to me, and I'm grateful that I can be there with her. My brother is going with me.
Forty-six years ago this month, my brother and I were the ring bearer and the flower girl in their wedding. He was five years old and I was three. It struck me as one of those circles in life as I was making plane reservations for the two of us yesterday. I have a fleeting memory of standing at the end of a long aisle in the church, being told to walk in front of my aunt and uncle. I remember the full white skirt of her gown and her smiling down at me. I was so scared, but my mom told me to take Mark's hand. I trusted him implicitly, and once I had his hand, I was fine.
I've traveled a lot on my own and have no qualms about it. But when I called him the other day and asked, will you go with me? and he'd already decided he would, I breathed a sigh of relief. He'll handle the details of getting the car, figuring out where to go. I guess you're never too old in life to depend on your big brother.
Dan will hold down the fort while I'm gone. I'll be back on Saturday and there will be presents to wrap and cookies to bake. But for now, I'm going to savor the moments with my aunt and her family and being with my brother for a few days.
Ya'll hold down the fort here, too.