cousins sledding together on a stay-home day, trying to soak up these fleeting flakes before they melt into nothingness just in time for everyone to go back to school tomorrow
while their mamas and their nanny burd catch up
and keep watch out the window
and discovering that, while there are two boys who look just like this, only one has a freckle on his lip. this one doesn't. that means he's luke. and that means that for the first time in their almost nine years, their aunt can tell them apart. and that means that she's very happy.
this is me being real.