Written in the Snow

As soon as I got home from work today, I leashed up the dog, grabbed my camera, and set out to capture a few snow photos before the sun set.

Thinking about the snow and my baby, I immediately thought about all of the snowfalls he'd never get to see. He'd never get a "first snowfall." I bet for a parent, there's something really special about a child seeing snow for the first time. The look of wonder, amazement, excitement. All looks I can only imagine for my Ryan. Needless to say it was a bit of a sombre walk through the pretty meagre and mostly dirty snow. 

​I was cutting through a small field area to snap some photos of a frozen pond when I got a pretty special surprise.

Stomped out in the frozen snow, was a giant R. A little hello from my Ryan. 

I'm not sure how I'd go about calculating the odds of me cutting across that field where someone had recently stomped out that letter in the snow, but I'd be willing to bet they aren't high. 

I'm always on the lookout for his special angel-touch on the things around me. He never fails, every day, to speak to me in some way. Big or small. And I'm always grateful when he reaches out. Especially when I'm feeling low.

In those little ways Ryan reminds me he's still here. Somewhere. Everywhere. Seeing the snow fall. Watching me push on and carve out a little place in the world for him.