First Snow

I sitting in my living room looking out the window at the canyon rolling away from me in bright yellows and oranges.  The sun is just beginning to go down and the tops of the trees are lit with fire.

We are having a girl.  I knew we would.  Knew it and hoped it. 

I am so, so happy.

Later, just a bit after the next year turns over,  we will welcome her.  Strange to have such a little one again in our house.  

There will still be snow here when she comes.  

It came to us for the first time this season about a week ago---came quickly with bursts of snowpant-pulling and wet mitten piles and left just as fast by the afternoon.  

Toward the end of the snow,  our tiny girl will come.

And then it will be spring.