It's the little things

I was complaining about the snow today and while I was cleaning the car of the white stuff I noticed it was wet heavy snow - the kind that makes a good snowman. That made me think about how much Paul loved the snow. He would open the curtains and watch the snow transform the landscape into something pristine, white and beautiful. He would be concerned about the birds and put birdseed on the deck for them. He liked taking walks in the snow,  he even liked to shovel the snow. He loved all the seasons. He'd be all excited the first warm day of the year and we could open all the windows. He loved watching storms coming in the summer. He'd turn off all the lights so he could better see the lighting in the distance. Even during a hurricane, he'd be at the window, watching the trees whipping around. He loved sunny days when he could ride his lawn mower, then kick back in the hammock. He loved how the trees changed in the fall and we'd take drives down skyline drive. I miss that & I miss him. I've got to try to make myself enjoy things again, the little things.