He sat on the edge of the counter, legs swinging as I stirred the cocoa on the stove. I stared as he tipped the red mug to drain his hot chocolate. With a giggle, he asked if he could eat all the marshmallows, the whole bag? Please? I hope this is the momma he remembers, the one who pulled thermal & flannel over his head & took him to play in the half-inch of snow the moment the sun rose.