We are on snow day three. My fair city does summers well, but ice storms tend to shut us down. We’ve been getting ahead on school projects, practicing math facts, and doing a lot of reading. And once that’s done, we’re indulging in movies and popcorn, pizza and cupcakes, and lots of lots of laughs. Last night, once we found out that school would be canceled again today, the kids asked to have a sleepover. And as I watched them sleep, I thought, I need to remember this moment. Because before I know it, they’ll be too big for this. In just five years, they’ll be too big for this. In five years, my daughter will be thirteen and my son will be ten, and these moments of unfettered togetherness will be gone. So while we have them I want to revel in them, put them in a bottle so that I can always remember what life was like when they were this age.