snow falling steadily, father and son were shoveling the snow off the driveway. the father would go first and then the little boy would follow after him getting what little snow he could with his play shovel. he could barely lift it off the ground by the end of each length they went.
the mother stood inside, in the warmth of the house holding another little one, a newborn little girl. the candle on the window sill left the gentlest glow. She smiled at her small son trying to imitate the strong actions of her beloved husband.
father looked up and at the window and seeing his two girls standing there smiled and waved. the hard work to clear the snow and the frigid cold was worth seeing that beautiful picture. his mind and heart took a picture and then continued on with the work, with his growing son at his side.
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