February decided to be February and winter-y. The snow started softly falling last night and I was being asked to a birthday dinner by my boy. And then, of course, afterwards we get into a fight over me being too cold and uncomfortable and not feeling like he's attaining to my needs. But we did snuggle in the snow, while waiting for the bus. And then again in the morning. Everything around us seemed like something from one of those Christmas songs, yet we weren't as happy and lovey dove-y as those songs portray. But it's work and we're trucking along in our relationship. And through the snow.