Making Memories in the Winter of Our Lives

On Sunday night, LG and I had "the talk".

You know the one.

What are we doing?

Is it worth it?

When is this supposed to get better or just plain easier?

Let's just say we've had a rough couple of months.

And leave it at that.

After much discussion and a few tears, I turned to LG and said,

"You know in about 25 years when we've quit worrying about money and careers

and having no time to ourselves, and all of our kids are gone,

we are going to look back at this time and wish we could come back."

LG replied, "Yeah right. I don't think so."

And then God made a miracle happen to show LG that I was right.

I'm always right.

God made it snow.

Really snow.

Building snowman kind of snow.

It's the first time since we've lived in Tennessee.

And we made memories.

The kind that can only happen in the winter of our lives.

The kind that are so good, you will forget how cold it was.

And only remember love and warmth.

Yes, the kind that you will long for in about 25 years.

We had to get dad to help.
The second ball was too heavy for us to lift.

I forgot how much stronger men are made.

And I am the fortunate one to be married to a man

that not only can lift, but will gently apply a clown nose as well.

This is our plain guy.

With a stick something.

(Is that a cigarette?)

I guess we've been among the Southern tobacco industry too long.

It's definitely a Tennessee thing.

A cucumber nose.

No nose.

Snow muchacho.

The cross dresser.

Snow Poppins.

Your Coldness.

Clown Man.

Or bad Toupee Guy.

Merry Winter.

Make some memories.