Friday 15th January
“The snow is crisp
The stars are bright.
I spread my arms and I take flight.
Wings fluttering as I fly,
up into the evening sky.”
As the temperatures fall, and reports of snow are given on the news channels, I am reminded of your first time playing outside in the white stuff.
You were two years old, it was 1987 and we were living in Devon.
One morning we woke up to find the garden was covered in snow.
You had such a lovely time touching, squeezing and stamping footprints on the ground.
A beautiful smile lit up your face: you were mesmerised by this new experience.
You are my Angel snow baby.
Flying high in the evening sky.
I love you sweetheart.
I miss you so very much.