This has been a strange winter. We've been hammered by snow here in Pennsylvania. As soon as one winter storm ends, the next one begins. The old Nicole probably would have made up an excuse to hide out in Sarasota for a few weeks, but this constant snow fall has brought with it and interesting turn of events.

It started last month. Josh moved in to an apartment a few blocks away from the dance studio, and after the first storm he walked over to check on me. I usually hire someone to plow the parking lot but I'm also responsible for keeping the sidewalk in front of the studio clear. He helped me clean up the snow and I was so grateful for an extra set of hands.

The next snowfall came and he was back, helping me clear out and keeping my sanity. I invited him in, made grilled cheese and soup and we ended up watching movies and hanging out all day. Now with each storm, I find him here, helping me clean and then hanging out. We've watched movies, played Wii and board games, we even made a snow man. During the ice storm we lost power and we sat up half the night talking.

There is a picture circulating on facebook of a church with a sign out front that says, "Whoever is praying for snow, please stop." It's me. I'm the one praying for snow. I can't believe this Florida girl is admitting it, but I watch the weather hoping for another storm so that he'll come by and hang out.

It's been so long now since we've been together as a couple. I don't know if he's even thinking about it, but I spent all afternoon reading this blog, and I don't want to let him go. Am I insane?

Sincerely,
Praying for more snow in Pennsylvania