I think this snowman is pretty happy about the way he turned out. As are his two companions. And wouldn’t you be if you were made of snow?
(Not pictured: the failed attempts to actually roll snowballs. Mom squatting down to pile up more and more snow for the body. Dad shoveling more and more snow for Mom to pile. Manchild taking breaks to make snow angels. Squish (and Manchild) throwing snowballs. Little Miss and Grandma waving from the window. The neighbor yelling from his porch that he wished he could join us. The tears that were shed when we finished playing and realized how cold we were. The way the boys devoured a couple of bananas as soon as they got back inside.)
I’m planning to take it easy next week. I’ll probably do some writing, but in case I don’t, I wanted to be sure to wish you a Merry Christmas!