by Nici Holt Cline
I sit on my couch to write. My kids are in their bunk beds, finally down for naps and I have my time, two feet away, on the other side of a temporary wall we built last weekend.
We readied for a walk. Margot wanted to wear her princess costume with tights. No, with socks and leggings. But not those socks. Or those. One orange and one red, one dirty and one clean. Leggings over the top. Socks first and then leggings. Boots were fine as long as she could carry her princess shoes in a bag. And some babies to keep the shoes company. A hat. Where is the green one? It’s the only one that fits just right over her veil. And she’d like to push the shopping cart. Which will need to hold more babies. Maybe she’d like to wear tights after all?
It usually takes until the end of January for the Montana winter to freeze my Southern soul. And, well, here we are. This is usually when I start threatening to move, to fly south for the rest of the winter. I start thinking it must be nice in New Mexico this time of year and I tell Seth, over and over again, that’s where I’m headed.
We saw an old friend this weekend who now lives in Texas.
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