Today, after church ended, Devon said to me, “What do you think about bundling you up and going on a cold winter walk?”
After only a second of contemplating icy winter air, I agreed and we bundled up, set the pita dough to rise and ventured into the dark wintry night.
The joy of walking in the cold with one’s sweetheart cannot be described. So I won’t, but here are some pictures.
And some bonus shots of Devon brushing his teeth and cuddling with Frederick the horse.
(He’s pretty cute. Devon I mean, not the horse.)