The Warmer Side of Winter

One of the things I hate the most about the winter is being stuck inside all the time.  I hate the cold, hate it.  So once the temperatures dip down into the 40's, I want to do nothing more than crank the heat, cuddle up in a blanket, and take a good long snooze till spring.  I am so much more productive in the warmer weather and I just can't get motivated when it is cold.  

But with all of us coming down with some sort of sickies the past two weeks, I realized that there is a bright spot in being stuck inside.  We got to notice the moments a little more.  The dancing, the snuggles, the personalities shining through.  

























Though I am still longing for the days of sunny warmth, I'll look for the good in the snuggly winter coldness.

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  1. Cajun CowgirlJanuary 21, 2013 at 5:40 AM

    These two are adorable! Such a sweet post. You are right too--being stuck inside does make you just look at them for a while and appreciate their personalities. I hope y'all get some outside time soon though! How's your bacK?

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