Our driveway looks like a bobsled run, with tall sides of melting white and an icy track that our cars slip down. Little Biker Boy helped me bring in logs for the fire that's crackling and now he's upstairs asking Shaggy Hair to give him a turn playing a computer game. With-a-Why and I are sitting on the couch, looking at my photos from the Sunshine State. As I watch the snowflakes hitting the window, it's hard to believe that just a week ago, I was walking through mangroves in a t-shirt and shorts.
