Our driveway is pretty long, we are far from the dirt road on which we live, and even the plowed area is essentially still snowcovered. As she walked along, she called "Can I go on the hill?" The hill is about 100 feet from our house, and as I answered "yes" it sort of struck me that she even thought to ask, it is just halfway down our driveway. Then I thought about this youngest one, who always seems to have someone, me, her dad, one or both of her brothers, to do things with and I wonder for a moment that she actually has an opportunity to be a little independent in her own way.
The sky is grey and leaking a few flakes into the cold air as I stand and watch her trod along in her insulated boots and winter coat, with her hair hanging long over the hood in back, and I realize I want to write about this moment or thought, but I am not really sure what it is exactly. She is only gone minutes when she returns to the house. As I type, hours later snow has only lightly covered our vehicles and is still falling, now from the black sky outside my window, and I wonder if my little girl gets enough time to just be with herself, or if she will one day learn to enjoy it. . .