A few nights ago Mr. Nielson and I were coming home from Salt Lake City.
We crawled along the freeway as huge flakes covered the
road and cars coming in both directions.
We pulled into our neighborhood well past midnight.
Our car was the first to make tracks on the snow covered tree streets.
When it snows, the world becomes eerily quite.
Everything is muffled, white and gorgeous.
If I hadn't been in my heels and dress, I probably could have convinced
Mr. Nielson to go on a walk with me.
We got inside our dark home and tiptoed into our bedroom.
Upon entering I noticed right off that there was someone in our bed.
Sure enough, Claire and Jane lay covered up under the covers.
I turned around to walk back to the kitchen where Mr. Nielson
was, and join him in eating a bowl of cereal.
(The snowstorm had really derailed our dinner plans).
I recognized that little voice. It was Jane.
"You made it home? I am so glad. I was so worried."
Jane sat up in bed and Claire popped up next to her and smiled.
Claire and Jane had been awake waiting for us to get home safety.
I invited them into the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal with me and Mr. Nielson.
We talked about their night;
Jane had made pancakes for dinner and Claire made up skits with costumes.
After our cereal, I kissed the girls cheeks before they climbed upstairs to bed.
Then I walked back in my room, opened up all the curtains and jumped in bed.
The snow sky brightly lit up our entire room.
The snow outside drifted down heavy as dozed off to sleep
under Mr. Nielson's arm.
I really do hope there is snow in heaven.