Snowed In, Headed Out

Missing Jasper, buried in work, and packing for a flight the day winter chose violence

Some weeks feel louder than others, even when the house is quiet.

This one has been a mix of missing Jasper in a way that sneaks up on you, the kind where you catch yourself listening for little footsteps that aren’t there. Work has been heavy, long hours stacked on long days, and just as I start to get my footing, a work trip pops up on the calendar. Because of course it does.

Then today decided to add its own twist: 16 inches of snow… the day before my flight. Shoveling, checking flight updates, and laughing a little at the timing because what else can you do. Somewhere between the snowblower and another work email, it hit me how much easier all of this feels when Jasper is here. The chaos is louder, but the heart feels fuller.

This is one of those Dad Diary weeks. Grinding through work, staring down travel, battling winter, and counting the days until I get my boy back. One foot in front of the other. Always forward.