It was thirteen below zero. I made her wear her snow pants. A hat. Her mittens. We drove the 75 feet to the bus stop. We were early. We waited. Music played. The car hummed. I looked over and saw her. So little. But so big. She was in the front seat. Unbuckled. A small smile across her face. We watched the cars drive past. We looked to our left. Waiting for the boys to join us at the bus stop. I took off my own mitten to touch her face. Smooth. Beautiful. Can I take your picture? I want to remember this. I tell her.