"Steve"...

Steve, our snowman that we made yesterday, who Brayden named last night made it through the night, but as the morning has gone on he has slowly been losing it. It is a gorgeous day out with the sun shining and Steve just isn't holding it together.

First went the hat, then the eyes, buttons and pipe. He is holding on to his heart, carrot and scarf. Wouldn't it be appropriate if he holds on to his heart till end?
 
You will never be forgotten Steve. You lived a full life, for one day. We promise that on another snowy day we will rebuild you.