As soon as I got home from work on Thursday, Zack asked if I wanted to go down the park. He was so incredibly pumped about the snow. He’d been down there playing with Scout this afternoon and couldn’t wait to show me the way the snow was flying off of Scout as she banked corners in the fresh powder. First thing when we got there, he started rolling up the base of that snow man. I admitted to him that I’d never built a snow man before. He was shocked. He immediately took to coaching me. I rolled up the torso snowball. He then coached me about how a snowball could be too big. We shaved some snow off, hoisted it up, then rolled a third ball. I think it goes without saying, given the picture, that Zack was quite proud of his work.
But, he moaned as we were walking home, it’s a good thing we took pictures of it. Some kids will totally have knocked it down by the time we get up tomorrow.
The next morning he was out of bed before 8, checking out the snow deposits left from a long night of heavy precipitation. Still more excited than a kid on Christmas morning. SARAH, he yelled, YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THIS. As if I was unaware that it had been snowing all night long.
But I’ll give it to him: it was pretty overwhelming. We threw on our ski gear and headed down to the park to see if the snowman had survived the night. That’s when we found this:
Not only did he survive, dude got a girlfriend and took up golf.

