Last night I went grocery shopping. As I was walking into the store I realized, "I don't have to hurry!" You see, for I don't know how long, I have been trying to minimize my time in the painful chill of the outdoors. I send Dietrich out to start the car and warm it up. I'm always the last one out of the house to give the car every possible second to warm up. Then its hustle, hustle, hustle as fast as I can to get into the car. Drive to the Y, everyone bail out and take off for the doors. So, last night I leisurely walked with Charis in my arms toward the doors of the grocery store. The wind didn't hurt our faces. It warmed my soul.
(It was 34 degrees)