Riley.
I had gone for a nap when I got back home, and what woke me up were two little kids jumping on my bed. “Auntie Rye, it’s snowing! It’s snowing!”
I cracked one eye open and says, “No one wakes the sleeping monster!”
“But it’s snowing!”
Sitting up, I grabbed both of them to tickle. “If it’s snowing, that means one thing: snowball fight!”
They giggles, their legs kicking out as they twisted and turned to escape me. With a wide smile on my face, I let them go. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
It had been a while since we’d had snow around here, and my excitement showed as I raced down the stairs, the kids following behind me. “Be careful!” my mother warned as I grabbed the banister of the staircase, my feet slipping across the floor.
I smiled at her without stopping my moveme
