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I look like a five-year-old wearing her dad’s clothes

But I’m warm, and that’s the point

Shuffling my heavy feet, I make my way to the laundry room and out the back door It’s not nearly as cold as it was last night, with the sun warhter catchesbeneath the scarf wrapped around my jaw as I watch Colton pull his son on a little red sled It has a seat in the middle with a buckle, and with the help of blankets for positioning, he’s reclined in the seat to keep fro over His nose is red, but the s as he reaches for the fluffy white stuff just out of his reach

Iwith humor “You look…”

“Like I’?”

“Arin as he reaches over and adjustsit down on my forehead I’m ready to throw my hands around his neck and plaster ainst his when Milo lets out a screech “Okay, buddy” He looks at me and reaches for my hand “Care to take a walk around the backyard with me?”

And we do

I walk beside Colton as he pulls Milo on the sled I fue to pull it from my pocket and snap a few pictures of Colton and Milo I’ll have to send the new tracks with each pass, but e reach thirtyHe lets out a squeal of annoyance and tries to slip fro new”

Colton unclips the belt and helps Milo sit in the snow The little guy instantly reaches for it, shrieks of laughter filling the air as he whacks his hands down into the fluffy snow repeatedly I plop down in the white stuff beside his to el I’ve neverI wave s, just like I’ve seen done on television or the internet

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My eyes connect with Colton’s, and it takes a few seconds before I realize what he has in his hand He’s holding his cell phone, angling it down and tapping on the screen But it’s not at Milo that it’s pointed No, it’s at , ood mixture of it all

When I turnbesidea race “Milo, are youcarefully next to his and hands until we’ve el

“Buddy, look here,” Colton says as he snaps a few el

I stand Milo up in the snow and laugh at his eager little shrieks of delight Glancing up at Colton, I see hiht, but with my left, I reach for the phone “Give it to me I’ll take some of you two”

His entire face lights up as he hands round with his son For the next severalin the snow Colton de of the perfect snowball, to which Milo tries to eat They build a few more and toss them off into the yard When I slip Colton’s phone into leaives me pause Well, to be honest, I’m pretty sure the look in Milo’s blue eyes is because he’s trying to grab the snowball, but the one in his father’s eyes…?

That has trouble written all over it

Carefully, I take a retreating step backward, followed by another, but Colton advances I have about a half-second warning before the snowball hits me square in the chest “What the…”

“It slipped!” he insists, though the sparkle in his eyes betrays him

“Slipped? Seriously?” I ask, bending down and gathering up a wet ball of snow in my hand