The snow started coming down heavy and fast around sunset. We were ready- fire roaring in the fireplace, dinner bubbling in the oven and everybody home safe before the roads got slick. I busied myself in the kitchen, washing up everything I’d dirtied to prepare our meal… just in case the power went out and the water went off. The house was warm and toasty and as I turned around from the sink to look out the front door at the fat, falling flakes, I caught sight of three teenagers stretched out on the den rug, in front of the fire, playing a board game. No phones or computers in sight. Their giggles drifted into the kitchen, and then my youngest called out, “Mom- come play with us.” And for the next hour, while dinner was cooking, we laughed and joked and debated our way through a rousing round of Apples to Apples. If only we didn’t wait for snow to take a night off from homework and chores.