When she noticed that I was watching, she waved shyly. I thought, "that's so sweet; she's fourteen but she's still a child..." When I showed her this drawing, she denied being embarrassed, but a mother knows these things.
She was working hard; she wanted to make it extra tall.
At this point, my daughter came inside to get a few Snowman accessories.
Her younger brother went back out with her to cheer her on.
The Snowman was made - and nearly seven feet tall. I applauded them through the window!
And then it was time for supper.
After dinner, the girl rushed back outside with her camera. She knew that the Snowman wouldn't make it through the night...
The 14 year old girl came inside and told me that her Snowman had toppled just before she could take the picture. A shiny tear slowly rolled down her cheek. I hugged her and promised I'd draw it for her.
I suspect the last Snowman is the first of many men who will fall for her.