Who says teenage boys aren't made of sugar and spice and all things nice?
I came home from running yesterday to find my son waiting for me outside the door. "You're late, mom." Yes, but the snow was so inviting and the arctic wind so enticing!
He took the key and went inside to warm up while I stretched and cooled down; but when I turned to follow him indoors, my feet found this... love on the ground - for me.
And my heart warmed like a blazing fire ... there is no cold, no whipping wind that can douse such a light.
You are my heart, my sweet.