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.