Dear Miranda,

The rush for groceries has begun and I am walking to the store with you and you are raising your lips to taste the falling snow. I smile because you are 12 and I remember how the snow felt when I was twelve.

So I open my cold lips and taste the snow too. Like magic dust, like starflakes, it is everything incredible. It tastes the same.

You say, "I love the snow because you can see people's footprints and know where they have been and what they were doing."

I gasp, "Say that again, I'm going to steal it for my book."

So you say it again. Awesome kid. How did I give birth to an awesome kid?

Love you,
Mommy

P.S. You are like magic dust and starflakes too--everything incredible.