I am a cold person. "Cold hands, warm heart!" I've heard on more than several occasions. My hot water bottle was my constant winter companion until I got married. Now Daryl lets me put my cold hands and feet on his warm skin to warm up. Even though I know he's going to gasp at how cold they are, I greedily absorb his warmth.

It ends this weekend.

We're staying at my parents' this weekend while they're out of town and... WE RENTED A HOT TUB!

I'm so excited! This is an excitement that Daryl introduced me to. I used to group sitting in a hot tub along with taking a bath. Gross... why would you want to sit in your own dead skin cells and hairs that came loose and stew? But then I sat in a hot tub on a cold day. Wonderful. You stay warm for hours and hours after you get out. No hot water bottles required. No slippers with bean bags that you warm up in the microwave and then tuck onto your feet. No electric blankets. No heat packs for my mittens. Just warmth.

I can hardly wait.