A Cold December

On a cold night in December, I think it was night, we finally landed at JFK International Airport. Standing in this vast open room in the middle of the night, not a sole was around, well, maybe a few but certainly not many people were about. I hear yelling from high up above me and looking up, I see a small group yelling and waving down to us. The Giants family had come to meet us in the middle of the night and to welcome us to the US

It was a cold night and I’m sitting in the front seat of the car with my mother on the right and the Giant on my left. He was driving the car but he jumped out for a few quick minutes. He ran to the front of the car and bent low. He scooped up a hand full of white “cold” and formed a smooth ball with it. Mom and I sat watching him and then BOOM!!! He threw it at the window we were watching him through. It splatters all across the glass and he bends down to scoop up more and throws another one at the car. Snowballs. I giggle.