Too sick to even read or watch tv this afternoon, I was just staring out the window, watching the snowflakes fly. Suddenly I remembered a story about my grandma. I guess I'm biased, but I've always thought she was perfect.
I remembered a day when I was sick as a little girl, and there was a big snowstorm. I couldn't go out and play. I just stared out my bedroom window at all the snow. My grandma, who lived next door, built a snowman right outside my window and put a sign in its branchy arms that said "get well soon!".
Sarah was in bed next to me when I thought of it, so I told her. Then I said that when she grew up and had my grandkids, I hoped they'd never get sick, but if they do, I hope I can build a snowman for them outside their windows.
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