Fire Night

Reclaiming memories, again. This is one of my boys' favorite things to do, year round.

But it holds special joys in the cold, cold winter nights,

when everyone has been cooped up inside for far too long.

Mr. Wonderful starts the fire, I grab the marshmallows and hot cocoa,

the boys bring chairs and their *musical* instuments.

I cringe as Ian toddles around the fire,

and Nathan declares no need for a coat.
We laugh. Then we sing.