I was walking the neighborhood today, a podcast in my ear as I collected my daily allotment of steps in advance of a winter storm, when I looked down and remembered that it was Valentine’s Day. There in front of my feet was a nearly perfect heart, made of snow and ice. I snapped a quick photo, went on my way, and forgot all about it. For a few hours.

I remembered as I sat over dinner with the husband in our local. And though it be dark outside already, I just finished telling the neighbors about it on my front stoop chalkboard. It’s still Valentine’s Day for another 3 hours, and #frontstrooppoetry is posted for the day.

It counts even when it’s dark out.

What am I grateful for?

I almost forgot to add this! Today I’m grateful for these things and more:

• Dinner with a husband I still love
• The joy of a puppy romping in snow
• The start of a three-day weekend