It's -9 F (-22.7C). Brrrr. The new snow that landed last night has stayed frozen on the branches, making my windows into bright and beautiful works of art. There are fifty shades of white shining into my house.
Evelyn says she has been dreaming of spring, every single night. She says to just imagine sitting on the deck, a nice breeze, listening to the creek...
She also made a nice pot of coffee this morning.
I do want to clarify this: I love my husband. I truly do. He still makes me happy, and sometimes we confess that we still feel like teenagers, and are certainly still in love with each other. Maybe it's the season, Valentine's Day hype, but every once in a while, my expectations of romance and thoughtfulness just don't quite add up with his. When he was still in France, he texted that he missed everyone. I texted back and asked if he specifically missed me. Kathryn was looking over my shoulder, and said, "Mom forces Dad to say the words." Sometimes a girl just has to hear it.
Yes, men and women are different. "I love you", is something we know, but still need to hear.
I walk a fine line here, trying to illustrate that life is not always a bed of roses without putting anyone in particular in a bad light.
It's Friday the 13th. I am not superstitious, just a little stitious. ha.
Well, kids are up and talking and I can't concentrate...