This morning as soon as my barefeet hit the tile floor I knew that this was not an ordinary mid winter day in Provence. Outside ten inches of snow had fallen. My naturally cold feet were colder. Much colder.
My camera begged me to take a photo,
I thought about it for two seconds.
Then instead of getting up, my cold feet lead me back in bed where I promptly placed them under that heater called my husband.
Sizzle pop. Love is a warm husband who doesn't mind his wife's cold feet.
Sizzle Pop! He woke with a start. Being the thoughtful wife that I am I suggested that he make me oatmeal in bed, "…and not the watery kind either. I'll have mine with cream and maple syrup please."
Loving is about communicating.
He said, "You might want to get up and take a photo, it is so beautiful outside."
In which I replied, "Warmed maple syrup is best."
Note: Some people get roses, some get breakfast in bed, some get socks, and some get to get up and take a photo.
What loving thing are you doing today?
(I don't mind your cold feet.)
Question: Did I get oatmeal in bed?
Answer: Only after I bullied to blog about it if I didn't.
Question: What loving thing did I do today?
Answer: Kissed the cook and washed his socks.
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