men of snow

tonight my friend jim texted me and asked if i wanted to make a snowman with him.

my response?

well DUH.

when we were making our snowman, i realized that the last time i had made a snowman was when i lived in utah as a wee babe. i must have been two and a half, maybe three.

my dad and i were in the backyard of our little house. the snow was not great, you could still see the snow poking up through it. daddy did most of the work. i was too little to really concentrate on what was happening. but i remember helping him push our snowball so it would get bigger.

at one point, we found an old happy meal toy from mcdonald's stuck in the snowball. i don't know what toy it was, but i remember that i was excited.

and i remember being completely happy with my daddy in the backyard.

i have no idea if we ever finished that snowman.

i love this memory. a lot.

almost as much as i love my daddy.