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.