Easter Snowman

I got nuthin’ — here’s one from the archives!

Easter, 2002. Tim’s parent’s anniversary. My first visit up to meet them after Tim and I had started dating a few months before. There was just enough snow left on the ground for me to push some together into the world’s derpiest snowman!

My father had passed away just a few months before this; I still felt like I’d been hit by a bus every morning when I woke up. If I slept. A few weeks after we got home I had to get my 16-year-old dog, Heidi, put to sleep. But Tim’s family was warm, accepting, and fun, and I fell in love with all of them. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, as the man said.