we are all bowed down, we are all brought to our knees, the names of our beloved children held in the candlelight, oh Lord, hear our plea

It isn't a Chicago winter and it isn't 36 years ago. But that's where I'm at right now, watching a blizzard as my newborn sleeps peacefully.

Both cans I found in the pantry are way out of date, and both will never be removed during a clean-up. The memories are too precious.