Before we move on into the new year, I had to savor this one last memory of 2008. A slippery, snowy, night walk with Papa, pulling Liam in the sled through the silent white woods. Although covered in snow from head to toe, Liam never uttered a word of complaint or protest, confirming the fact that it was a truly enchanted night. We did hear complaint the next day, however, when we headed home and spun out on the road, five miles from the lake house, and slammed into a giant snowbank. We are very grateful to the kindness of strangers, many who stopped to offer help and one who finally chained our car up to his 4WD truck and yanked us out. Ah, snow and ice... friend of sleds not of vehicles.
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