Everyone remembers the ole’ poem Footprints in the Sand. Here’s my rendition.
Footprints in the Snow by Maren Boehm
As Pierson gets older,
he may ask,
“Mom, in this picture, why do I have two feet in the snow?
Yet you only have one?”
And I will reply,
“Because it was too stinkin’ cold to make the other footprint.”
And you thought this would be sentimental…
Now, before you report me to CPS with a crazy story like placing naked babies in the snow, I also REALLY did inflict the cold upon myself on BOTH feet as we were mere inches from the inside (Here’s proof). We only stayed outside long enough to make the footprints, make some yellow snow (just seeing if you were still reading…), and give Pierson a couple of seconds to ponder all the white stuff. And we both loved it, survived, and lived to tell about it. The end.
Truly, one day he MAY ask why I’m as crazy as I am, and I’ll tell him, “Because I like it that way.”
