Love and Snow

 I was waiting for an elevator at the courthouse with a court reporter.  She asked if I knew if it was raining.  I told her it was.  I had been in a court room, for hours, with a big window.  She asked if it was raining hard.  I replied it was not like the standard Florida deluge, but fine rain, like snow.  She said she liked snow, and was going to be in it for Christmas.  I told her I was born in Fort Lauderdale and I like to play in snow for about two days.

We got in the elevator and continued talking.  She agreed snow was fun to play in for about two days.  She asked where I go to see snow.  I told her Canada.  She commented it was very cold there.  She said she moved to Florida two years ago.  I said living in snow is hard, there is so much you have to do to live with the snow.  She agreed.

I told her I thought it made marriages stronger.  She asked how.  I explained because it takes two people to better deal with the snow, with the house, with the cars, with everything that comes with snow and ice.  She said she never thought of that, but I might be right.

We both walked into the deli across the street and ordered lunch.  We were waiting for our to-go lunches when she looked at me and said, “But that’s not really love then, is it?  It’s just two people doing things for each other.” I looked at her and paused and asked what is love if it’s not making the lives of the people you love better?  As I tell my daughter all the time, “Love is what you do.  Be a blessing.”  She thought about it for a moment and said I might be right.