Seriously, I *love* February. But it's easy for me to say because I am not adversely affected by the winter months. I know several people very close to me who are, so I know it is a real issue. Here's what I love about February:
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- Snow. We Christian-type folks always hope for a white Christmas, but I notice people around these here parts do not want it to stay. I think if it started snowing at 5:00 Christmas Eve and melted the day after Christmas, it would be hunky-dorry. Not me. I love me my snow. The kind that stays. I grew up in central Pennsylvania, where it is not unusual to see mounds of snow in parking lots in April. Around balmy Philadelphia though, usually, after a couple of months of pretending to snow, we might get a real snow around this time of year. I remember how drab the world seems after the leaves fall and before the snow comes. And when it comes? It always reminds me of the glory of God - how He covers our sins ...so that we are as white as snow.
- Snow. Did I say this already? Speaking of memory, here's a funny one. You can insert "menopausal" for "elderly:" "
Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years, they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.
One day, they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said,
Now don't get mad at me. I know we've been friends for a long time, but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is...
Her friend glared at her for at least three minutes; she just stared and glared at her. Finally she said, How soon do you need to know?
OK, so. Snow: The Sequel: I love watching Boo play in the snow. That kid is never cold, and he loves to be outside whether it's 9 below zero or 9 above 100.
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3. Happy Birthday to Me!! It's my birthday month. And though the delight of getting one year older is waning, I still love being surprised by my HH with something delightful, no matter how many times I tell him not to get me anything.
I think Three is a perfect number for Thing I Love Thursday. And finishing about me, right? ;-)