One cold and snowy morning, I looked out the window and watched as my daughter had a snowball fight with some of the neighborhood kids. They were all bigger than her—and probably four or five years older—but she kept making snowballs and throwing them as best as she could. That's when I realized she was the only one without gloves, and that her poor hands were bright red. Yet she still wore a beaming innocent smile on her face, which made my heart hurt.
"Fio's so cheerful, even on a frigid day like this."
My husband, having just woke, came over to stand beside me, watching our daughter amidst the large crowd of children. Once he left for work, I looked for one of my old sweaters. He'd given it to me years ago and I'd always taken good care of it, so I figured it would still be in decent shape. After pulling it out of the closet, I unraveled it and began to knit a pair of gloves from the yarn, figuring the soft hues would look better on her than me, anyway. But when my husband came home that night, we looked at each other and burst out laughing, because he'd gone to town and used what little money we had to buy her a pair of mittens.
That night, I watched as our little girl, worn out from playing all day, snored softly in her sleep. May these blissful days continue into eternity, I prayed as I gently placed a small blanket over her.
[No.07] A Gift from Mommy and Daddy
One cold and snowy morning, I looked out the window and watched as my daughter had a snowball fight with some of the neighborhood kids. They were all bigger than her—and probably four or five years older—but she kept making snowballs and throwing them as best as she could. That's when I realized she was the only one without gloves, and that her poor hands were bright red. Yet she still wore a beaming innocent smile on her face, which made my heart hurt.
"Fio's so cheerful, even on a frigid day like this."
My husband, having just woke, came over to stand beside me, watching our daughter amidst the large crowd of children. Once he left for work, I looked for one of my old sweaters. He'd given it to me years ago and I'd always taken good care of it, so I figured it would still be in decent shape. After pulling it out of the closet, I unraveled it and began to knit a pair of gloves from the yarn, figuring the soft hues would look better on her than me, anyway. But when my husband came home that night, we looked at each other and burst out laughing, because he'd gone to town and used what little money we had to buy her a pair of mittens.
That night, I watched as our little girl, worn out from playing all day, snored softly in her sleep. May these blissful days continue into eternity, I prayed as I gently placed a small blanket over her.