This morning I got out of bed. It was a ruff night for me, so I had slept in.
I looked outside.
There was Mr. Nielson shoveling the snow.
He was in his black robe I got him for his 31st birthday and his uggs.
I watched him for some time. He shoveled and shoveled every once and a while blowing on his hands to warm them up. I even caught him waving his arms around in circles-a move he learned from his hero Bear Grylls to keep warmth and circulation going.
I watched him a few minutes longer and met him at the door.
With a big smile and rosy cheeks he walked in the door.
"did you see all the snow...by the way how are you feeling?"
My eyes met his. He was so cute. I ran up to him and gave him a smooch.
Then he put his icy fingers around my back under my shirt.
I pushed him away in a girlish squeal.
Life with that man is the best.
Now, what to get him for Christmas?