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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.
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