It’s bitter cold today and the snow is piled high outside. It is bringing back a very specific memory of Emma – not a story, just a memory of a little part of her.
Emma had the most beautiful skin. It was very fair, almost white, but was brushed with pink undertones, the definition of a peaches and cream complexion. And it was so soft. There was nothing so delightful as placing your cheek next to her soft cheek, or giving her a kiss on those soft cheeks.
I’m thinking of those cheeks because I remember what those cheeks would look like on a day like today, when she would bundle up and head outside to play with the neighbors in the snow. Her cheeks would get very red and she would get a very small, flat, raised bump under each eye, an indication that her tender skin had had enough of the frigid conditions and it was time to come in.
We’d bring her in and warm her up with some cocoa and I’d put my face next to those cheeks to be sure they were okay. And they were – still soft and sweet, but very, very cold.
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