Between egg hunts on lovely spring days, a storm or two decided to stir things up. When the snow accumulated to a sufficient amount to build a snowman, Garrett was persistant to have my assistance for the task. I realized this might likely be the last snowman of the season so I reluctantly obliged.
The snow was wet and dense and perfect for moulding into form. Throw on some buttons, a hat, a carrot nose, and some other accessories, and our snowman turned out to be a pretty dapper fellow.
No sooner had we built the icy figure, when the sun came out and melted him in a matter of hours. And just like that, he was gone. All we had were the photographs to stand as any proof that it had even snowed that morning. Oh--and we had the memeories, too.
When I looked over the crumbled mound of snow that had been a smiling figure moments before, a twinge of sadness washed over me as I thought of how many (or how few) snowmen I might have left to build with Garrett before he begins to outgrow the notion of building snowmen all together. At the rate life is going, I might soon find myself thinking And just like that, he was grown. All I will have are the photographs to stand as any proof that he had once been a young, spunky three-and-a-half year old who obsessed over building snowmen. Oh--and I'll have the memories, too.
I am so grateful for that little snowstorm!
This post authored by Amber