Snowman Guilt

It's March Break and the temperatures have been hovering around balmy. In fact, Jacob was outside playing in just a t-shirt the other day. And normally, this would be a very good thing. But right now, my enjoyment of the onset of Spring is being tempered by guilt. Snowman guilt.

All winter (what little we had of it), Hannah talked about building a snowman. Any time it snowed, even if just a dusting, she raised the possibility of a snowman. It's all she really wanted to do. First, there wasn't enough snow. Then, it wasn't packing snow. Other times, it was too cold (for me). Excuse after excuse. In the end, we never made a snowman. Ever. I'd like to blame the almost non-existent winter conditions and dearth of snow; however, a few facts remain. The people behind us built a snowman. Maybe even two. And the kids across the street built a whole family of snowmen. On more than one occasion.

Such a simple request. A snowman. Next year, I'm going to build that girl an igloo and a whole city of snowmen...