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The Warmth of the Snow

It was a cold and snowy Thursday morning. My icy cold hands fought to get Desi buckled up in his car seat. I gave him a kiss and headed over to my driver's side. I peered across the street and spotted this man walking his dog. I thought to myself, "He's pretty sexy." This overwhelming feeling comes over me and I revert to my school girlish ways. He approaches me with the warmest smile and I soon didn't feel so cold anymore. I am taken into his masculine arms and I am given a gentle kiss. We hold each other as the snow falls all around us. We gaze into each others eyes as we dance to "Down by the Bay" (songs in kid minor). LOL! 

That moment with my husband meant so much. It was a rush rush kind of morning and to just take the time to embrace each other helps you to continue to remember the love you have for the one that was there before your child. Once you have a child, life tends to revolve around that little person. However, it is so important for those in a relationship to remember each other. Gotta keep that fire burning!!! I love my husband and I always want to make him feel special and I strive to do so. He is the same towards me and I appreciate him and love him for that. We may not always get it right because life can be a distraction, but the point is that we try. I love you honey!











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  1. You almost got me there glad it was my son-in-law and no one else. Sheeeeeeeesh! LOL ! This was great thanks for sharing.

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    1. I almost had you there huh? Lol! I'm glad you enjoyed it mommy!

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