Perhaps Harv might be just a snowman to most people, but to our family he is something special. Following the season's first snowfall you'll find him in his usual place at the cemetery. And when Spring melts his snowy heart, I carefully store his pieces in a box marked "Jocie's snowman" until the snow falls again.
I first became acquainted with Harv on clearly one of the most difficult days of my life. I vaguely recall the drive into the cemetery following the funeral, my mind scarcely processing the scene in front of me. And yet as I lifted my weary head...there he was. I believe I may have even smiled slightly. Funny though, no one admitted to building him...some said he walked down from Beaver Mountain...all marveled at his existence.
It was such a delight to have our New York friends here with us when it was time to build Harv this year. Would you believe that this is Frank's first snowman ever? Yes...ever! You can tell by that child-like glee spread across his face. Harv has a way of doing that to you.
Francesca feeling quite comfortable with her friend Chet decides to return fire in the snowball fight. To say that this child is adorable is a complete understatement. She cracks me up...like when she told us she was a Utalian (a Utah Italian).
The rain/snow is really coming down at this point...my lens is wet and blurry and then really wet and blurry!
Making a snow angel is always fun...especially when you are from New York City. Do you remember how magical it feels to make a snow angel? Or how tricky it is to step away from your newly created angel without messing it up completely? Next snow storm I am totally going out to make a snow angel, won't you join me?
Welcome home Harv...it's nice to see you!
