Saturday, November 11, 2000
The snow keeps falling. Sarah, Spence and Matt are outside playing. I take a deep breath—it’s been years, amazingly enough—and join them. We build up an already started snow fort. We visit. Pete. We make a snowman, with leaf hair, a banana mouth, “grape bosoms” and buttons. It’s a beautiful, bright fresh day. It’s a lot of fun. We’ve discussed this before—it’s not that hard to please them, and everyone is instantly gratified when we do so.