They said it couldn’t be done, but he pressed on.
The idea seemed ludicrous, but he who thinks outside the box didn’t mind.
All around him, those who should believe in him the most scoffed and rolled their eyes, but he was not deterred.
The concept grew in his brain, and he talked of it to all who would listen.
And they laughed. Quietly, behind his back.
But they laughed nonetheless.
Still, Ryan was not to be put off by their laughter.
His idea, born of the unlikely dream of snow in summertime, must be tested.
The creation must be made.
And one summer day, he proudly came inside and announced it was finished.
The very first ever GRASS SNOWMAN.
What’s that? Can’t see it? Maybe this will help:
And the doubters were silenced.
Because while others might see a pile of grass and a boy wearing mis-matched pajamas at 5:00 in the evening, this mommy sees a summer-bleached boy, so proud of what he has accomplished.
Today, he made a snowman made of grass.
Someday, maybe he’ll discover the cure for cancer.
It all starts with a dream.
Rock on, Big Guy. Rock on.