Crinkles

It's become a tradition between my daughter and I.

After school, weather permitting, she and I run over to the little playground across the street from her school. We play chase and I let her win. What sort of beast would I be, if I always won against a six year old? Of course, at times, she wins hands down.

smart kid.

When six p.m. was always dark and freezing bitter cold outside, we just went home. Now that we are in the waning part of Winter, she and I have started playing out side again. I find it a wonderful father and daughter time together.

She loves to stomp on those crispy, crackly edges of snowbanks where sunshine or warmer weather have eroded from beneath. There is something that salves the soul when you and your child wander about crunching little shelves of ice.