I'm writing this post while sitting next to a fire. Not a house fire--but a fire in the house.
I looooooves me some fire.
I grew up in a house with a wood burning fireplace. Our job was to keep that puppy burning as hot as possible to heat the entire house. It may sound like I lived in a one room cabin, but I actually lived in a lovely suburban home, but my dad was a furnace Nazi.
YES. Furnace Nazi: a person who would not turn up the heat until actual icicles formed on your nose and eyelashes indoors.
Fortunately, I grew up feeling free to turn up the furnace as high as I want.
Unfortunately for my family, that's a balmy 63 degrees during the Winter months.
For this reason, I love our wood buring stove. I know, I know, I'm totally contributing to climate change, pollution, obesity in whales, and the extinction of the dandelion. But there's nothing I love more than the crackle and pop of a freshly started fire.
When the fire is lit, we all come from the corners of the house and gather together--it's probably just so we can combine our body heat to stave off the frost bite, but there's nothing that brings us together faster than a fire.
What are you grateful for today?