It's cold.  I'm cold.  Inside and out.  It's 42 degrees outside, already.  Cold front coming in. Supposed to freeze tonight.  The first freeze.  I can't wait for a snow day.  I want to hibernate.  I want to sleep for three or four days straight.  Maybe then, I will feel better.  Maybe my heart will heal.  No.  It won't.  It's beyond repair.  Only one thing will fix what's broken.  I'm waiting.  Patiently.  You're lucky, really lucky.  Patience is my one and only virtue.  I have been told I have the patience of Job.  We will see. 

I love snow.  I love snow days.  I love snow men.  Some of my favorite sayings are about snowmen...

                    "Some of my best friends are flakes."
 
                    "Snowmen make the best men." 

                    "Snowmen melt my heart."  

                    "Snowflakes are kisses sent from heaven."

Every year, about this time, I start watching for snow clouds and praying for snow.  Did I say I LOVE snow, and snow days?  Something about being "stuck" in the house with my family, sipping hot cocoa, making cookies, putting on a pot of stew or homemade chicken noodle soup, chili, whatever sounds good at the moment....cuddling up on the couch watching old movies, reading a book, playing a board game, making a snowman, throwing a snowball.  Nothing better.  Except having someone to share all of that with. 

It's those little things I'm going to miss, all the little things that make each moment special and full of life.  Such an emptiness in my soul, and in my "forever"...