Her eyes widened as Katie watched, out the window, the falling snow. She wanted to see snow, for the first time, this Christmas. I promised I’d take her, and it brought a smile to her face. It was the first Katie smiled since the end of summer, when the accident took her mother.
Seeing Katie’s reaction to the cascading snow reminded me of why her mother and I had that one night together. We didn’t plan it, or think about the next day. It was just one stupid druken lovely night. When we sobered up, both of us knew it wasn’t going to work. And we weren’t going to force it.
But when Katie came, that careless night became the the best thing I ever did.