I've had a wonderful day today. I know that sounds silly but there are just days when everything seems to go right. It doesn't happen often. Usually my days are so jam-packed that by the time I get home I don't want to do anything more than crawl into the comfort of my bed and go to sleep. I'm not saying that I'm not tired, my eyes are heavy as I type but the urge to write is keeping me awake just a little bit longer.
Perhaps it was the snow that put me in such a good mood. From the constant shower of snowflakes the size of quarters and golfballs, I would estimate that we'll have at least a foot of snow by morning. I'm not saddened by that fact at all. I am so in love with the pure, white fluff that had me out exploring after work today. It didn't bother me that I ended up soaked head to toe, or that...convieniently, my camera decided that it was going to stop working. (Probably due to the amount of melting snow that it had to endure for me to snap a few shots.) The bitter cold did nothing more that excite me to the very core. It made me feel like a little kid again, out with my sled (or in this case, camera) to play without any other care in the world. I was lucky enough to get a few shots that I just adore. I will be printing them and hanging them on my walls one of these days.
But then, maybe it was not the snow at all. Perhaps it was the fact that my husband and I finally got a few minutes just to be together. Perhaps it was that rush that we always find when we decide to 'risk the odds' and go driving on the horribly dangerous roads despite the masses of people who just wanted to get back to the safety of their homes. Perhaps it was throwing a few snowballs at one another or enjoying a cup of Speedway coffee on the truck-ride home. I just felt lighter tonight...and lighter is undoubtably a good thing. It's a wonderful thing.
I'm looking forward to this weekend. Tomorrow will start our 1 1/2 days of spending quality time with one another; our 1 1/2 days where we don't have to worry about school or work or any other stress. Sundays have become one of my favorite days of the week simply because it's the only day of the week that I have to spend every single minute with my husband in whom I love. Love can get lost in the craziness of life; not the feeling exactly, but the motion of love. The hugs, the kisses, the small smiles and long conversations; they suffer. It's still one of the most reassuring feelings to know that no matter how much the motion of love may get lost, the feeling of love is always there. I'm not sure how I'd survive in life without it.