Winter Trust

It's seven degrees this morning and Ella goes to school just blocks away. I can't bare to warm the car up for fifteen minutes to drive her a distance that takes us four mintues to walk so this morning we pulled on long underwear and snow pants and sub-zero boots. I wrapped Ella's head in a scarf and tied it in the back and she peeped her eyes out until they watered when the wind blew. After walking a block or so I wondered if she was ok, she seemed like a little drunkard, stumbling along the sidewalk, leaning heavily on my hand. When I looked down I realized why, she had hidden her entire face down into the scarf.