Grandpa Dave and Nona were traveling through Massachusetts and stayed over at our house during an amazing snowstorm. They had been married less than two years. Jessica and Max (Sabrina wasn't born yet) were sledding down our steep driveway. The night was quiet because there were no cars on the roads and the snow was still falling. When they finished, Grandpa Dave took the tube and sat on it, inviting Nona to join him. She wanted to go behind him and hold on to his waist but he explained why her sitting in the front was better in terms I didn't understand (I had trouble with physics). Off they went, spinning around, with Nona giving a few shrieks as they made their way down the driveway. Their run ended in a tumble at the bottom and we could see Grandpa Dave wiping the snow off Nona's face and shoulders and holding her elbow as they came up the hill laughing. Grandpa Dave had one run by himself, gracefully diving onto the tube like a young man. Watching them coasting down the driveway into the darkness, happy and carefree, was such fun for all of us. They had both worked so hard and experienced much sadness yet they were ready for adventure together, knowing there would be tumbles along the way. Denise