So snowmen melt. Not big news to most of us, but Lizzie might not have been prepared for this. That's on us as parents. A bit of a rookie mistake not to mentally toughen her up for the inevitable.
The other day I looked out the window and saw that due to some warmer temperatures through the night Emily and Lizzie's snowman was now headless and the body was considerably smaller. Lizzie came over, climbed on the couch, and looked out the window too, most likely ready to wave to her friend the snowman.
She surveyed the scene. Her little shoulders slumped, her body seeming to melt in a reflection of the snowman outside, and she very quietly whispered, "So sad..."
Having closed the MI chapter of our lives, where we met, fell in love, and survived graduate school together, we are now on to being professors in ID. While we enjoy teaching, our lives revolve around each other and our kids: Lizzie & Kit.
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Start singing: "Once there was a snowman, snowman, snowman . . . "
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