"I can't believe you don't have a delay," he mumbled pulling on his woollies and layering on the sweats as I watched the morning traffic report while gulping down some coffee.
"Looks like were going to try to have a full day even if everyone else delayed" I mumbled under my breath. "The main roads look OK."
I am not sure if he shook his head or mumbled something under his breath, as I was hurriedly throwing together a salad that I had foolishly not made the night before. "It'll be at least a delayed opening," I had assured myself (foolishly) as the snow was piling up in the driveway.
He disappeared moments later and I heard the familiar sound of our tractor scraping the snow from the driveway. I finished layering on my woolen socks and my warmest coat and headed out into the cold.
As I emerged into the cold darkness, he was at the top of the driveway, as if he were waiting for me. "Want a ride down to your car?" he asked, laughing, as if he thoroughly enjoyed getting up early and heading into the cold for an early morning tractor ride!
I thought about walking down the slippery slope vs. riding on the tractor. It was an easy decision. I've slip-slided my way down the driveway too many times of late. I took advantage of the "tractor-taxi."
As I warmed up the car, he cleared the foot of snow off the car so I could drive to school.In the decades we've been together, there have been few bouquets of flowers and candle-lit-dinners. Yet, as I drove to work on yet another snowy, icy, icky morning, I was grateful that I look at romance in a much broader sense than found in the movies.
Central Message: Somebody should make a movie about things that REALLY make you smile on a snowy morning!