It Smells Like Snow

Kermit is in my arms 

While I sit cross legged 

Watching our first winter storm. 

Magic. 

I close my eyes,

Breathe in,

Notice the quiet,

The chill on my face,

Kermit's soft fur on my hand. 

Magic.

My feet are getting cold 

But I don't care.

I've never seen anything so Magical.

I whisper to Kermit,

"This is what magic 

Looks like,

Feels like,

Smells like."

I tell him,

"There is no one else 

I would rather 

Experience this with

But him 

Because 

He has always been 

Magic". 

I breathe in his fur 

As we continue to watch the

Snow fall. 

It looks like the snow flakes

Are dancing for us. 

Magic.

I breathe it in one more time

And hold Kermit close to me.

He looks as in awe as

I am as we watch the

Magic.

We watch 

And breathe 

For just a few more moments 

And then we shut the door 

And cozy up 

With magic dancing

In our hearts. 💕🌨️