Beth
The wind died down and the snow started to fall in thick, heavy, sticky flakes. Lucy wanted to go out to play, but she refused to wear her snowsuit. At first I thought she was just being stubborn, but then she said something that twisted my heart.
“No, Mommy! The snowsuit makes it too easy for bad people to grab me!”
So we put her snowsuit away. I still had last year’s winter clothes in a tote in the garage that I had been meaning to donate. I fished out last year’s ski pants. They were a little too small and a little too short, but Lucy seemed satisfied that it didn’t restrict her movement as much as the snowsuit.
The first thing we did was go to rescue the blow-up Rudolf from the statue in the front yard. I left Rafe and Lucy trying to start rolling a snowball while I delivered
