Daddy's Snowman

******************************** ******************************** ******************************** ******************************** ******************************** ******************************** ******************************** ******************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** ******************************************** Snow was falling outside with ease. Winter came early with a deep frigid freeze. I knew not what to do outside except make, a snowman with my daughter down by our lake. So we gathered a pile of snow and rolled it in a ball, and still very vastly the snow began to fall. She was having much fun I couldn’t tell her what I knew, that daddy was sicker- for his cancer grew. I watched her build that snowman with a smile, because being so happy was just Ella’s style. A tear fell and froze upon my cheek, for it had been such a long week. What do you say to a little girl who doesn’t understand, why God would let daddy slip right through her hand. I gave her a scarf to keep snowman warm, and just then there was a terrible snowstorm. We could not see nor walk very easy, for it was so cold and so very breezy. So I asked her to come inside for some hot cocoa or tea, because it was time to tell her about her daddy. I sat her down at the kitchen table, wondering if comprehension she was able. I told her the news and she started to cry, she couldn’t understand just why. We prayed right then and there with each other, knowing we needed no one except one another. She told me to look outside at the snowman we built, but my mind was confused and my heart covered in guilt. I finally looked and guess what I saw! Daddy was out there and we were in awe. He was standing in the cold weather for his sweet daughter, because love and laughter he always taught her. She got her camera and snapped a photo for her scrapbook, maybe next year she could open to take a look. So now when the Winter comes and the snow begins to fall, my sweet daughter says that it’s when her daddy does call. From heaven he knows she will always remember that wonderful day in December. Ella never forgot that day when daddy’s strength was terribly low…yet he went outside and played in the snow.