The Story of a Snowman, Part Two

*This is part two….if you haven’t read part one yet, you should, in order to enjoy this post to its fullest.*  🙂

Frosty had fallen, face first, into the grass.  I thought it was over for the dear little snowman, but I was wrong.  My husband, knowing my soft heart, had a plan, a wonderful plan.  That evening while I was putting Amy to sleep, he and my two older children moved Frosty.  That’s right, they picked him up, put each part in the wheelbarrow, and put him back together on the sidewalk right outside our kitchen window.  When I came downstairs, there he was, just sitting there looking at me as if to say, “See?  I told you I’d be back again someday!”  🙂  And yes, I was so touched by my husband’s sweetness and effort to make me smile.

Frosty's Back!  Dec. 27, evening

Frosty’s Back! Dec. 27, evening


Frosty and I, chilling out on Dec. 30, afternoon

Frosty, who was first made on Dec. 26, is still standing this morning, as of 8:10 AM Dec. 31, New Year’s Eve.  He is an amazing snowman, but not as amazing as my husband.  Thanks honey; I love you.  Lisa


6 thoughts on “The Story of a Snowman, Part Two

    • Yes, we have all done double takes a few times when we pass the window….thinking, “who’s that?!” 🙂 Have a blessed 2013, Gay!

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