As I sit and watch the snow blowing I remember times from the past. You know, when we'd take the truck and play in the snow.
Remember how we put all the emergency items in the truck--our blankets, water, flares, and jerk straps to get out of the ditch?
We would head into the hills and take the gravel back roads. Occasionally, we'd pull some stranded auto out of the ditch, but mostly we just enjoyed nature under the finest and most harsh conditions.
Remember how we would go to that ridge on top with the fantastic overlook and park? We'd love to just sit and watch the snow and listen to country-western on the radio.
Best of all was when we'd pull out that blanket and huddle under it and play. Oh, that was such a hot time on a cold blustery day. I know we both think Joe (our second son) was concevied on one of those days. To this day, he's always loved the snow and cold.
But then it finally dawned on me that you no longer have any desire left to enjoy those crazy acts of our youth. You say we are too old. You say it's too dangerous.
But I know we're not. We've simply lost the spark of our youth, the abadonment that took us to those heights. Today you won't even sit and hug, snuggle with me inside the safety of our home looking out the window.
Oh how I wish we could spark our youthful passion, turn it all back on again.
But regardless of all of this, in my heart, I still love you as my first love, as I have always loved you.
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