Dream Come True

I held the little girl's hand across the parking lot and down the sidewalk. It was just the little girl and I and the slush and snow.

On the way, she had asked God to please make the cold stop and bring the warm weather.

As we walked, she chattered. I can't remember about what.

We stopped at the cross walk. Big boots and little. The car flashed permission to cross.

We entered and I smiled. Big boots and little. Mama hand enclosing girl hand.

My dream come true.