Snow

I woke up this morning at 6:30am with a slight headache and a profound urge to throw up. Last night was rough and Ignacio was up for a good three hours. This was only compounded by the realization at 7am that there was only one diaper left in the house. As I sat in the warm bathroom throwing up, Ignacio screamed for his breakfast and I heard the front door close as Angel ran late to work. "This is going to be rough," I thought. I slipped my coat on, threw on a dirty pair of jeans and chased Ignacio around trying to put on his tennis shoes; not bothering to change him out of his pajamas. We made out way out to the elevator and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I hadn't bothered or even remembered to brush my hair and you could clearly see which side I had slept on. My entire focus had been put towards remembering to grab the diaper coupons off the counter. Mission accomplished. As soon as we walked outside we were greeted by a blanket of white, fluffy snow and big flakes falling from the sky. Ignacio's body tensed with excitement as he went running over to the lawn in his pajamas to touch it. I took in a breath of cold, crisp air and felt a sense of relief. I stood on the sidewalk as Ignacio ran through the snow and screamed with delight. This is why I do it. These are the moments that make it make sense. And while we can't spend all day outside as the flakes fall, when I'm in my moments of parental despair, I now have one more reason to pull it together and make it happen. Snow.