It was a snowy Sunday.
Basically perfect for lingering in bed for awhile and in slippers for even longer. For bundling up in furry boots and strolling to the mailboxes to deposit words of holiday love and cheer to friends and family. For watching Cholula romp in fluffy frozen bliss in the snow, feeling a laugh bubble up from within at the sight of her doggy-smiles.
For warming up in the hot tub with a glass of wine and singing both duet parts of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” to myself. For football by the fire and delicious food from the freezer, for jammies by 5 ‘o clock. For snuzzling with a snoozy beast and a handsome husband.
I’ve got my love to keep me warm.
And my slippers. And the hot tub.