When the sun came up this morning I opened all the drapes in every
room to find a beautiful pattern etched heavily on the window panes,
a testament to the warmth inside being no match for the frigid
Ruthie said the pattern looked like feathers
and I realized that she was right. They were feathers, the
feathers that make up Jacob's wings, and he has wrapped his wings
around this house to let us know that he is still here with us.