She held my hand as we stepped out on to the ice...our feet hesitating, and wobbling as they slowly began to remember. The cold air stung our cheeks as we glided, albeit ungracefully around the ice rink. I felt like a kid again...and I think she did too. It was the first time I'd seen her smile in weeks, and the first time I knew that after all this, she was going to be ok....I love ya mom.