

There a some things I miss about living up north. When I was sick, I couldn't handle the cold at all --- now, it's much easier and I do miss the snow -- to look at. I don't miss driving or shoveling it at all.
Several time throughout the afternoon, Mister and I just stood and looked out the door. Doesn't it make you want to snuggle?
As I am sitting on the sofa reading, I see Mister go outside and figure he is feeding the birds one last time before the day ends. He's out there a bit longer than normal, but I'm busy and don't pay attention. Shortly he enters the house again and delivers a snowman into my hands. See why I adore this man?
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