Snow fell last night, which is rare for the Lower Mainland. So far this winter, snow fell over a day or so in November, January, and February, but it was soon gone, leaving us with dull, grey wetness the rest of the time. Last night's snow will soon disappear too, but not before I snapped a few pictures of my sweetheart shovelling and salting the sidewalks.
By the time I got up this morning, Chris was already outside, toque on head, shovel in hands, glowing smile on his face. I'm telling you, he's like a ten year old when snow falls--animated and giddy. Seeing him in his state fills me with such joy. I love when he's happy, usually because of the smallest things. I love when the kid comes out in him. I don't see that often, but, when I do, it's one of those special moments I add to all the other special moments we've been fortunate enough to experience over the years.
We've been together a long time now, but when mornings like today's come along, I feel as though I discover Chris, and the magic he brings to my life, all over again. I imagine myself one day sitting in an old folks home, looking through all the pictures I took of the life we shared, and feeling not so much a sense of sadness for what was and will never be again, but an overflow of fulfillment and happiness and gratitude for the time we had together.
I am blessed beyond belief. I love this man so, so much.
I hope you enjoy these pictures.
Update: It's 12:31 p.m., and Chris and I just returned home from an hour and a half walk in the snow. What a blast--shuffling our feet in the white stuff, and stopping to throw snowballs at each other. What great exercise, too. This is what life is made of, not going to the stores and buying something all the time.
Happy winter, everyone.