Snow, beautiful snow!

We got a foot of snow yesterday, and that is no stretch in the numbers.  Robbie had to go see post-ops at his office, so I decided to shovel our drive as an act of love.  He hates packing down the snow with his car's tire tracks, and our little house has a one lane driveway.  I prayed Hail Mary while I knew he was braving the roads to return  to us, and I couldn't have been more thankful when I heard his honk.  He was safe.  God bless.  He was also thrilled with the clear drive and walkways.  We helped neighbors clear their foot of snow, and we were exhausted last night.  I've never removed deeper snow in my life.

This morning I awoke to a child wet with pee and a soaking bed at 1:19 am.  I took care of that, closed my eyes, and a blink later heard the rapid pitter-pat of little feet at 5:46 am.  Vivian stood by my bed, and sang, "Rise and shine, and give God the glory, glory," again and again.  I expressed my love, then informed her it was not six.  "Go potty and quietly get back into your bed, Viv."  Instead, she went to the living room and discovered her daddy was outside shoveling snow in the street in order to make a path to the lane the plow cleared on the OTHER side of the street so that he could back out of our drive.  It was 26 degrees F with a wind chill of 12 F.  I made hot coffee and planned to cook him a hot breakfast of eggs until I discovered salmon defrosting.  I then recalled his plan to grill some fish for breakfast.  Just before 6:40 am, when he realized the grilling was taking longer than he anticipated, he went to the shower and asked me to please check the salmon in five minutes.  I was in my robe and slippers, and I was kind of shocked and a little bit unhappy about the request.  I did it.  Granted, all I had to do was test the doneness with the twist of a fork, remove it with a spatula, and turn off the gas.  However, when we said, "I do," 12 years ago, I somehow never imagined a day when I would be in temperatures that felt like the low teens, grilling fish in the six o'clock AM hour.  It is a very good thing that I love my man so much and fully understand all of the sacrifices he makes on behalf of our little family..one of which, is eating fish for breakfast in an attempt to live a healthier life.