Lindsey is my headcannon name for Jamie and Sophie's mum, so yeah. That's what I call her :)

She's just mulling some stuff over.

Enjoy!

Commonplace, adj
- not surprising as it happens often or can be seen in many places

Lindsey looked out of the window and smiled slightly as the snow fell down. It wasn't like it didn't happen often enough at this time of year, in fact every January the ground would be covered in snow so deep you couldn't leave the house. It didn't stop her son Jamie however. In fact, the eleven year old seemed more eager to play outside than he had any other year.

Something significant happened the last Easter, but she wasn't sure what it was. Shrugging, she turned back to washing the dishes and sighed as suds got inside her rubber gloves. She wore them purely because she was allergic to the washing up liquid, and now her eczema would keep her scratching all day.

"Mom, can I play out?" Jamie called, thundering down the stairs in his Winter clothing and heading right for the front door without waiting for his mothers' answer. She turned sharply and stuck her hands to her hips, shaking her head.

"Jamie, you've not had breakfast," she called, and he stopped with his hand on the door handle, gritting his teeth as he tried to think of an excuse. "And it deeper than you are tall out there. Do you really think it's wise?"

"If I eat it'll be wise," he muttered, pulling his coat off and dropping his hat, scarf and gloves on the table as he pulled up a chair.

"It'd be wise to get up again and feed yourself. I'm your mother not your slave," the woman laughed, flicked her brown hair out of her face and nudging her glasses up her nose. "Otherwise you won't be playing outside for the next week."

She'd never seen her little boy move so fast. He was by the cupboard in moments pulling out his favourite cereal and a bowl before making a beeline to the fridge to get some milk. She watched him for a second with a small, fond smile on her face before she turned back to the dishes and continued, despite the itching that had already started.

Jamie carried on at his own pace, and she was well aware he was wolfing his food down twice as fast as he normally did, and that he was rushing to go out and play, but she didn't mind. She liked the fact that he enjoyed the weather and play with his friends. When she finished the dishes, she pulled her gloves off and rinsed her hands thoroughly before turned back to the window and looking out.

It happened every year, it wasn't a new or odd occurrence but she always did love the snow.

Despite the fact that it was the same as ever before, there was something different. Each flake that fell seemed more magical. Each mound of snow on the ground seemed as if it had built there purposefully for kids to fall in. The snow drifts seemed deeper, the roads completely blocked and it had brought the neighbourhoods together, they were sharing food and running across the street to use the showers when the boiler went out.

There was some deeper meaning about the snowfall. There was something nice about it, and however else her husband might reiterate for the dozenth time that it was just the same as every year, Lindsey herself couldn't help but feel there was something magical about everything.

And she didn't know who to thank, but whoever they were deserved it.