December 20, 1884
We started out early this morning. Sometime between the hours of 8 and 9 am when we stepped out of the house. Snow had fallen sometime last night creating a beautiful winter wonderland out our front door. The garden had become glassed over by the shimmering ice that hung like Christmas decorations on the shaped leaved animals. Edward seemed a bit confused but non the less amazed as he stood in the open corridor staring at the beauty outside.
A loud cranking slam startled Edward out of his daydream as I closed the door behind me, an axe in one hand and Edward's scarf in the other. "Edward" I said. "Are you ready?" He turned to face me and smiled that "im ready" smile as he bent his head down to my level, having me place the scarf around his neck. I warped the scarf around his neck twice in a fatherly fashion and tied it throwing the tails behind his right shoulder. After I made sure that Edward was warm I grasped the gloves out of my coat pocket, put then on and was ready to go.
The forest was beautiful as we walked to our destination. Everything was a glowing purl white. Robins sung their winter song as ice sickles swayed in the wind like chimes, adding to the melody already in play. We came to the clearing where the chosen trees rested. I began to chop down the tree as a whole while Edward snipped off the branches when it fell. I will admit I was a little uncomfortable seeing my dear son easily snapping a foot wide branch in two. He made it look easy, like a child playing with flowers in a field. I really shouldn't let my mind worry like that Edward has his mother's gentle soul. He wouldn't hurt a bug besides he seems happy just helping out.
The day was half over and so was our work as the snow started to fall. Beautiful crystals fell like ballerina from Heaven on our heads. Dancing oh so gracefully down to us. The music of nature all around us as we stood and watched the show. A snowflake hit and melted on the tip of Edward's nose, making him jump in childish surprise. He looked over to me worried that he was the cause of it's demise. I walked over to him to reassure him that it wasn't him, it's the way of snow. "Edward" I said facing him in the way I always do when I need to teach him something important. "This is snow, its very cold but beautiful. Its okay when it hits your skin and melts. Its supposed to." As I finished he just stood there, wide eyed and wanting to learn more. I had his full attraction.
" Snow is a gift from heaven, it makes people feel the joy of happiness when it snows."
"Why?" Asked Edward.
"People have a lot of happy and loving memories in the snow. They forget about their memories for most of the year, hiding them away in the dark but when it snows it all comes back. All the joyful feeling of making snow angels, sharing warm fires with your family and dancing with your lover in the first frost. That's why snow is so beautiful, it's the loving memories that make it shine."
Looking to the sky Edward held out his hand to the heavens. Snowflakes sparkled off his shining blades, giving his face a touch of luminescence. In those moments of wide eye wonderment Edward and the snow where one.