We are a few days into a string of below-freezing nights. I’m over it already, but we still have more than a week to go of this arctic fun.
My husband keeps reminding me that I hate summer and being hot. Well, I never said I wanted to swing to the other extreme and live in the North Pole. Whatever happened to nice, cool fall days with a soft breeze, when you might need a sweatshirt and jeans, not a parka and gloves and the temperament of a polar bear?
Last night, my husband built the first fire of the season in our fireplace. We have been in this house nearly a decade, and it is still exciting to me when we have a fire going. I loved snuggling on the couch together, cozy and warm on a cold night, listening to the fire crackling. The best part, though, is after we head to bed together, and the house is dark and quiet, but the fire is still glowing and snapping, peaceful and soothing.
Tonight is going to be even colder than last night. My husband and I already have a date night planned, then coming home to thaw out and relax by the fireplace again. This morning, he said, “We need hot chocolate tonight.” I agreed and said, “With marshmallows!”
If we absolutely must have freezing cold nights, well, I’m grateful for our fireplace, our warm house, hot chocolate in different flavors, and snuggling up with my best friend…oh, and of course, marshmallows!
Sweat & Sparkle 