Ethan and I created her, one delightfully sunny Sunday afternoon when the snow was perfect for making a snowman. To our wondering awe, she continued to evolve. The next day, Livi and Megan came over and helped add some very important feminine details to help distinguish her from all the other Snow People. She is playfully known as Frostine but her closest friends called her Frost for short. Frost was a giant among men, measuring over seven feet high.
As she began to melt and the days got warmer (is that possible in Cache Valley), I started adding snowballs to enhance her beauty. To make the process go faster, I filled a small bowl with snow and pounded it onto her. My friend, Emily Ashcroft came over several times to assist me. As you'll notice, there are flowers in her hair.. . flowers everywhere!
She's melting, melting. . . . there's nothing I can do to save her. As a result of my valiant efforts to create my master piece, I herniated a disc in my lower back. My doctor said, "No more making snowmen." She brought a lot of joy and happiness into my life and to those that passed by on the road. I received many comments about her. The only disheartening thing was my family did not notice her. . . they didn't appreciate her girth and magnificence. I have learned to forgive my transgressors.
As she melted it was impossible to keep her face on, I feel that way somedays after experiencing a hot flash! I can relate.
