Letters Home #19 💌

Writing from: Banff, Alberta

Dear Ones —

Let me tell you how my day began.

Lunches had been packed. Breakfast (french toast!) was served (on a Wednesday!) and kids were happily eating at the counter. I sat at my computer for a few minutes to get some work done to clear up more time later in the day. All was well; the kids even went up to brush their teeth and get ready for school.

“I’m almost done!” I said as they slipped their boots on. Soon enough, we’d be out the door and it would be the smoothest morning ever.

Then.

I heard a smash as I was walking into the front hallway. My daughter’s beloved Frozen snowglobe, filled with glitter and water and tiny snowflakes, had shattered to pieces in our tiny front hallway. Glass and glitter were everywhere. Anna, who was attached to the magenta-pink ceramic base, was unscathed though imprisoned by shards of glass that hadn’t snapped off in the fall.

This was decidedly not a funny moment. But I surprised myself with my response.