The mayor didn’t have a microphone out in the field, so he had to use a megaphone to get everyone’s attention. The loud blare he used to do so had Memory wishing she’d worn earmuffs. A few kids screamed, so the first thing Mayor Charles said was, “Pardon—pardon me. Didn’t mean to startle everyone. Good afternoon, and welcome to the Christmas Falls twenty-first annual Snowman Build Off!” He paused while everyone cheered, grinning from ear to ear as if he had invented the competition to begin with. Once the crowd died down a bit, he continued. “Teams will have thirty minutes to complete the build of an original, unique snowman—or snowwoman—intended to wow our judges. The only rules are that only two people can compete on each team, you must follow the time guidelines, and the entire snow person must be made of snow, with the exception of the nose, eyes, mouth, arms and/or legs, and any clothing required. Accessorie
Memory’s lungs were burning as she fought for air. Between the laughing and the running, she couldn’t draw a solid breath, but once there were a few other teams between themselves and Kirsten and Maison, Dak stopped, doubling over as he was also caught in a fit of laughter. He let go of her arm, and it suddenly felt as if Memory were missing a part of herself.“Focus,” Memory managed to get out. Her cheeks were beginning to ache from so much joking around in the cold. “We don’t even have a game plan.”“Do we need one?” He was beginning to regain his ability to breathe, still grinning at her.“Sure,” Memory said, dropping the bag on the ground between them. “Who’s going to make what part of the snowman? Do we have enough snow right here? What is this snowman wearing? How will we make sure the leashes aren’t too heavy for his faux stick a
“Huh? Oh, yeah.” She shook her head, pulling her thoughts away from where they’d drifted to, the fact that her grandma wasn’t there with the rest of the family, and then turned to consider where she should start rolling the bottom so that it would end up where she wanted it to. With a decent plan, she dug in, gathering as much snow as she could into her arms and then working it into a ball, though it was wider than it was tall. She worked it around the ground in their area, noticing Dak had moved away a bit to start on the middle so they wouldn’t be needing the same snow. In the back of her mind, she noted he’d called her Mem, something no one had ever done before. It was odd—but she sort of liked it, kind of like when her dad called her Ree.Memory rolled up what she thought was enough snow for the bottom and then backed up a minute to look at it. She glanced at Dak and saw he had the middle and was working on t
“Or not,” Dak replied in response to her statement. “It looks great, Mem. Come on. Let’s get the hat and the dogs. Oh—and the arms.”“All right.” She wasn’t completely satisfied, but she knew he was right. There were other things that needed to come first. She took the hat, which had the same logo for the humane society, and put it on top, melding the edges into his head so it would stay put so long as a huge wind gust didn’t come along--like the one the other day that had caught her off guard.Dak had the faux twig arms inserted. “Is that deep enough?” he asked, scrutinizing his work.“I think so. This one needs to go in a little bit more because it’ll be holding the leashes.” Memory gave the snowman’s right arm a few more twists. “All right—did you get collars, or just leashes?”“G
Dak reached over and put his hand on her arm, squeezing it slightly. She looked up at him, sinking into his chocolate brown eyes. He didn’t say anything, only held her glance for a second, and then let go, getting up to go start hooking the dogs to the snowman. He didn’t have to say anything, though. The brief contact, even through her coat, had been enough to let her know how he felt, and a rush of warmth rippled to her core, understanding and support renewing her strength in a way she hadn’t experienced since Grandma had left her.Memory couldn’t dwell on it. She had to finish the snowman. Leaving the dogs to Dak, she cleared the bags and other items out of the way, taking all of the trash from the collars and leashes and as many empty bags as she could and shoving them inside of one another until she was left with one small brown paper bag with handles. She moved that aside and started working on the snow.It
Lots of other snowmen and snowwomen dotted the landscape, and there were several spectacular entries. Her family was standing in a group, including Ellie and Anson, just behind Memory, but they seemed content to give her and Dak some space, so Memory stood where she was and thought about their chances of winning. It wasn’t about the prize for her; it was about the message. She just hoped people were getting it.Dak leaned in close to her ear. “People are talking about our snowman....”“They are?” She hadn’t been listening to anyone else’s conversations, but as she tuned in to what the others were saying, she did notice a lot of people pointing and mentioning how cute it was. She also heard people talking about the shirt and hat and how clever it was to put the logo on it. Memory’s face lit up. Maybe even if they didn’t win, they could do some good.She felt a hand o
Cornerstone Baptist Church was nicely decorated for Christmas, with three large trees on the stage behind the pastor, twinkling with white lights, red and gold trimmings reflecting the Christmas spirit. That wasn’t what was keeping Dak’s mind from focusing on the sermon though—it was the woman sitting in the pew in front of him, all the way at the other end. He knew he needed to listen to what the pastor was saying, but Memory looked so beautiful in the bright blue sweater she was wearing. It made her eyes glitter like sapphires. Not that she’d even looked at him for more than a few seconds. But for Dak, it had been enough to keep his mind wandering.Ellie was sitting next to him, one of her new friends and the woman’s husband on the other side, and they were all captivated by the sermon. Who wouldn’t be this time of year? The story of how God sent his son to Earth as a tiny baby who would save the world was one of the
Dak didn’t bother to stop and grab his coat off of the wrack where he’d hung it when he and Ellie had first come in. Memory wasn’t in the hall anymore, which meant she’d probably already made it outside. The faint scent of vanilla lingered in the air near the doorway, so he knew she’d come this way. He squeezed around a few people chatting and finally made it out the exit. Not even feeling the cold air, he stepped out into the snow and looked around. Memory’s Accord was headed out of the parking lot. Dak dragged his hand down his face....“You didn’t catch her?”Ellie’s voice made him jump. “Where did you come from?” He hadn’t even seen her trying to leave the sanctuary. It was like she had just appeared next to him.“Originally? Hoboken.” She rested her hand on his arm, no longer joking. “Honey, I’m sorry. I guess she
The scent of cardboard was overpowering, and Memory was ready to get out of the stock room. She felt like she’d spent the last two days in there—opening boxes and repackaging ornaments to ship out. When the order had come in Saturday afternoon, she’d been thrilled. The handmade ornaments she’d purchased from a local crafter almost two years ago had been taking up space in the storage room for far too long, and now, they’d be decorating a tree in Buffalo that had lost a lot of ornaments in a recent snow storm. Still, she’d be happy when she was done boxing everything up so she could get the ornaments in the mail and get back to enjoying the season.The sound of the bell on the front door let her know her first customer of the morning had arrived—at least, that’s what she was assuming from her view of cardboard and bubble wrap. While part of her was glad to be leaving the cramped work space for a few minutes,