About eight or nine years ago, I stumbled across a set of nine black-and-white photos, all of me, my brother and my mom playing in the snow. My mom, who must be about 33 years old, is wearing a ’70s-appropriate but not weather-appropriate mini-skirt and boots. Her hair is long and carefree, and in all the photos she’s either laughing or grinning madly as she pulls me and Al around in an improvised sled made out of a cardboard box and rope. My dad was the photographer, and knowing him, he was making dry, funny comments that elicited the reaction in my mom’s face. I pieced together the photo set by flipping through several pages of an old album, and got them framed as a gift to my parents. They are among my all-time favorite family pictures because there is so much pure joy captured in each moment.
With today’s snowfall, my mom wanted to “recreate” one of the pictures with Atticus. So here they are, with an big plastic tub “sled” that Atticus took great delight in using his shovel to fill with snow.
