Today I love that I am on Holidays. I also love my job. I love writing “Today I Love …” posts. My intention is to keep writing them while I holiday, but I’ve made provision to republish some of my favorite posts if I cannot access the internet on any particular day. Today is one of those days, but luckily, I get to share this post from January 30th, 2017 with you again, and let me tell you that I love that. Please, read on …
Today I love the snow globe I live in and the cheery look of it outside the window. I love that it is snowing right now, though the sun is shining too. How does it do that? I love when I’m cleaning off the car and by the time I get to the front of the car the back is already covered in snow again. I love that I have serious snow boots and really serious snow boots, and that I wander around in the serious ones without doing them up and often get snow inside them and grumble about that until I check my attitude and remind myself that I could have tied the laces and not left them hanging open at the top. I love that in the winter time I am just a snow boy at heart, happy to kick around outside in the cold and happy to laugh about how much snow we get here in the snow-belt. I loved telling people yesterday about the amount of snow that fell on Saturday when we were out to dinner and the driveway went from clear to too deep for the car to move in without leaving drag marks. I love winter.
Today I love that I am back at work blowing snow when people need me to. I love that I keep my blower stored in the back of my truck, ’cause that means it doesn’t need shed or garage space this time of year and it also means that I have it with me whenever I’m out and about. I love that that makes me feel like I’m prepared for anything, an all around, ready for action, boy scout. Ha! I love that the big ol’ truck and the new brute of a snow blower are working together like a good team should. I love that winter will have its fortune told in two days by all the groundhogs everywhere. I love that I don’t care how long it lasts, ’cause I know it has only 51 days to go.
Today I love sleeping in, I love big breakfasts, I love the beautiful art that snow fall creates on fences and bushes and benches and roofs, I love good stories and bucket list plans and sunlight piercing through the clouds and into the living room and assorted chocolates and babies who laugh from their bellies. I love smiling faces and easy farewells.
Today I love coffee at the breakfast table inside the house inside the snow globe with a distant shrouded sun glowing coolly through the snow.