I turned my light on this morning when I heard little whispers outside my door. The kids were up and excited about the snow on the ground so we decided to seize the moment and put our snow clothes on top of our night clothes and head out into the moonlight to the sledding hill at the Navy stadium up the street from our house. We had to be extra quite as John and the baby were still sleeping. So I wrote a note (of course misspelled it), grabbed three bananas, and headed out the door. The moon was bright and just the smallest bit of glow was beginning to peak over the horizon as we walked hand in hand. Then, what a magical moment flying down the slippery slope before most people had opened their eyes. The hill was all ours. All you could hear was the joyful sounds of our voices echoing off the stadium walls as we raced down the hill. As the sun made it's appearance and our hands and cheeks were sufficiently chilled by the the 20 degree winds, we made our way back home for a cup of hot chocolate. What a morning.