I should never have tricked my husband into watching Frozen. It wasn’t an actual trick, I suppose. I just suggested the movie while he was in a weakened state recovering from surgery. And, I might have neglected to mention that they sing. A lot. Fortunately, I also told him that since we had no small granddaughters in the room, we could fast forward the songs. But, we didn’t. And, now, he is quoting his favorite line to me almost as frequently as Elsa and Anna broke into song.

When I worried that taking the mud road as a shortcut would actually get us stuck and force us to walk for help, he had two responses. 1.This is a truck. 2. The cold never bothered me anyway.

The phrase came up again when I grumbled about driving to my hair appointment on what-might-become-ice.

And again when we talked about the wooly worm predictions for a hard winter.

But the place it comes up most is when he daydreams about retiring to a mountain cabin in Wyoming. I call it a daydream because I doubt the man will ever retire. It is entirely possible, however, that we will find the freedom to take longer trips to places like Wyoming someday. We’ll probably never own a cabin, but we will visit our grandchildren and enjoy the view. We’ve been together more than forty years now, and I’m signing on for whatever he wants to do in the next forty. I’ll drive with him to Wyoming in the blowing snow if necessary. Because even though the cold does bother me, I like warm hugs.