St. Valentine's Day

Just as it often was when I was small, we are having a beautiful snowfall on Valentine's Day.

I never tire of the snow, nor the cold.  But I am spared the driveway and sidewalk clean up.

I feel almost pampered, not having to slide around on the ice that is so dangerous to us that are not real steady in the best of conditions.

"Put your arms around my neck," I am told as I attempt to get my feet on the ground as I exit the pick-up.  People at church must find it strange.  But then, other than the children, I am the shortest person at the 5:30 Saturday evening service.

Be My Valentine.