A Pattern of Words

The night before her birthday she went to bed sad because “we forgot to decorate.” In true guilty mom fashion, I then spent two hours cutting out snowflakes and a banner and decorating them with twinkly lights. Her joyful reaction made it all worth it, though, and now that there’s snow on the ground, we’re all still enjoying the fluttering paper flakes. Bonus: it almost makes you forget that there’s an overhead trim piece ripped out showing off the innards of an ash crusted beam and a (newly inserted), metal support beam blocking a previous walkway.