I live in Rexburg, Idaho.
Idaho is cold.
Rexburg is an icebox.
|shortly after I moved to this land, because I was madly in love with this man.|
It is situated just so that cold air gets trapped in its valley. It is windy year-round. It snows from November to May and if you’re really lucky, you could wake up one morning in July and see your car visited by the Snow Demons (some people call them Snow Fairies, but I know who they‘re working for)!
I’ve already braved one winter, and when I say “braved” I only mean survived--I do not want you to get the impression that I was any sort of courageous throughout it. I cried.
More than once.
I am an Arizona girl, who should probably be a California girl, because frankly,
Arizona is too hot.
I find it somewhat odd that I, an ultra temperature-sensitive girl would live in two of the most extremely climited (this is not a word, but I assume you know what I’m getting at) places on the west coast.
Anyway, last week it started to get really cold. Really.
Marcus was at school, so I let myself cry uninhibitedly. Not that he wouldn’t have let me cry, but I didn’t want him to feel bad that it was because of him that I was in this somewhat undesirable land.
Photosynthesis was what I needed.
I needed home.
Well, with my luck, what do you think I found on Facebook that day?
My cousin, in Provo, asking if anyone wanted to drive down to Arizona with her next weekend. I DID!
I told Marcus how much I missed home and asked if he would be okay if I left for a few days. I could tell, he wasn’t really jazzed about the idea, but he’s a good man and let me.
I found a ride on the RIDEBOARD at BYU-I, made an itinerary, packed my bag, and got excited.
I was giddy about the trip…until last night.
We were laying in bed cuddling when it hit me: I wasn’t going to get to snuggle up to this hunk of a man for 6 bedtimes!
(see picture of said hunk below)
We haven’t been apart since we were married.
I told him I missed him.
He said, “Already?”
He said he was excited to see me on Thursday.
I said, “Already?”
While in Arizona I will fill my soul with Sunshine, but Thursday…?
Thursday will be delightful.
Even if it snows.
Even if it snows.