Snow Angel

It’s not her first snow, but perhaps the first she remembers.

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She offers up snowballs as precious gifts, then tosses them up in the air like so much confetti, squealing and laughing as the snow tickles her face.

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And when she catches a snowflake on her glove, she blows it away, and says “make a wish.”

I have no idea where she got that from.

 

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She made her first snowman

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And she set about playing as though it was her most important work

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It is.

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Even when seasoned with whimsy.

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Sunday, she asked if Santa was going to come back, now that it snowed, so that he could have Christmas in the snow.

 

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