Patience

I wish I could take this town and it's inhabitants and move the whole thing to someplace much warmer... Or I could just wait 50 or so years and the warmth will come to us. I guess it comes down to patience.

Married

I like being married. It's kinda like being able to eat your favorite food every day... and not ever get sick of it. It's like salt. You can put it in anything and it just makes it taste better.

Snow

It's snowing again. But this time I don't mind. It's coming down like feathers from the sky. Gandma Cook calls this snow "Poor man's diamonds." The flakes are so beautiful reflecting the light of our street lamp.