You know the other day when my thermometer wouldn't read? When it did start to read, it started at -21.5. Yup, that's below zero, folks. It has been a cold, icy winter. It's irritating to the core, and yet, there's a reason for all of it. I remember our move to San Antonio back in 1994. We were well into December and waiting to see what type of winter they had there. Right. They don't really have what I could conscience-ably (I am not looking that one up...) call a winter. Every morning at 7 am, when Riley was awake for the day, it would be 85-87 degrees and 3mph wind. Every day. Day in and day out, by noon, it would be 94-97 degrees with a 3-5 mph wind. Argh. The only saving graces as far as weather were concerned were the occasional ice storms, where people would drive into each other like cartoon characters and cause massive damage in a few hours. I remember talking to family at home and having them all think we must be loving this new weather. Wasn't it great to be wearing shorts all the time? Wasn't it fun not to wear bulky coats? Wasn't it nice to be able to walk virtually any day of the year? The thing is, it wasn't. Because, when spring rolled around later on, there was no rebirth to celebrate. No change in weather patterns, no remarkable storms that can only occur when warm air cruises into cold air, no fresh green grass where brown grass used to be, no running streams where there once was solid ice for months...let's just say those of us who live in "seasonable" weather are probably conditioned to enjoy and expect the changing of the environment around us. I like to think we probably respect the warm air more than most, because we've been so long without it. In the same way that people with "normal" kids seem to be conditioned to enjoy their mild weather patterns...I see parallels to that in our own life. I've been told that someday Mason will be able to speak, will have full use of his senses, normal muscle tone, and will be able to do and say and think whatever he wishes. Of course, that someday is when he is no longer on this Earth. Somedays, it is the only thing that keeps me going; knowing that he will eventually have full voice and mind to say and feel what he wishes. I hope it will feel like spring to him, and with a lifetime of a cold, harsh, icy winter behind him, I am confident it will feel lovely and vibrant.