Amelia and George were getting ready for work. George had to drive to the office, of course, and Amelia had some editing to do for Patricia Johns. But as they brushed their teeth and got dressed, Amelia couldn’t help but be drawn to the window.
Snow had fallen the night before. It covered the cars–and people were scraping their car windows to clear them off. It covered the roads, and tires were already marring the perfect surface. It covered the old trodden snow of the front yard, and there wasn’t even a rabbit trail through the perfect snow cover!
“George…” Amelia said.
George handed Amelia a cup of hot coffee with a spoonful of sugar and a dash of cream, just the way she liked it.
“Yes, Amelia?” George said.
“I know we have to be serious and get to work, but wouldn’t it be fun if we could run outside and be the very first people to break that snow?”
“Before the school kids catch the bus?” George asked.
They exchanged a look, then George grinned. “Let’s go!”
So they ran outside with their scarves tied tightly around their necks, and they threw themselves down to make snow angels.
Then they helped each other up, admired their lovely angels in the snow, and then ran back inside to finish getting ready for work.
George was three minutes late to the office. But it was worth it.
George stared into the depths of the fridge. They had just gone grocery shopping the day before, and there was all sorts of food in the fridge, but nothing to eat. At least nothing he really wanted.
“Amelia!” George called. “What do you want to eat?”
Amelia was getting some editing done. She was working hard, and when she was working hard it was best that she didn’t try to cook at the same time. She tended to burn the food.
“Oh, anything!” she called back. “Surprise me.”
That wasn’t helpful. George sighed and shut the fridge door.
“Let’s go out for pizza!” George called.
“Okay!” Amelia replied.
That was easier than he thought.
Amelia loved the smell of books, especially old books! They were inspiring to read, and inspiring to sniff. Some books Amelia liked to just sit next to. They made her world a little bit happier.
Amelia liked to come sit with the old books while she wrote in her diary. She didn’t know who might read it. Maybe one day, long after she was gone, someone would find the relics of their home preserved under layers of dust, and they’d open up her diary and read about the frogs who used to live here.
What would she write? How would she describe to them the wonder and beauty of this simple life she led with George? How could she relay her dear husband’s nobility, and her own artistic spirit? What would be the most important thing to let these future archeologists know about them?
So she opened her brand new diary, took a deep breath, and started to write.
“Dear Diary,
“Today is sunny and getting above freezing. Kind of slushy out there. Hoping to get the laundry done tonight so I can watch some TV with George. George is fine.”
She frowned at the words. They did not hold the beauty and mystery, or the depth of their love.
Writing was harder than it looked!
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