Yesterday made me question our judgment of leaving Florida. Just a bit. It took my husband a couple hours to dig us out of the 18 inches of snow on our driveway. It was a good day to be a mom. I kept the water going on the stove refilling mugs of hot chocolate and tea. A big pot of split pea soup bubbled on the stove all afternoon while the cornbread in the oven wafted its scent through the kitchen. Warm. Cozy. Together. Pink cheeks came in and out asking for help with snowsuits for bathroom breaks and boo-boo fixes.