Magic

Yesterday around four in the afternoon, a friend of A.'s called to let us know he saw huge numbers of swans on the lake just south of our beach. So of course, even though it was snowing, we crammed Cubby into his snowsuit and hightailed it down to the beach to see for ourselves. Because snow or no snow, when else will we get the opportunity to see almost a hundred swans on the lake?

Probably never.

It was pretty magical, standing there on the beach watching almost a hundred swans floating so near, the snow drifting down in big flakes. The MiL, who came home in time to see them too, said the swans were tundra swans. We'll take her word for it.

I took some photos of the swans, but they were kind of far away, and, well, white against a gray lake obscured by snow. So I think this is a much better photo to leave you with.

This kid has no idea how lucky he is.