It's thumbing through the latest catalog looking at all the cable knit sweaters, hats, and mittens and imagining wearing them while sipping hot cocoa as your kids glide down the snow-covered hill on their sleds.
It's cranking up the heat...just one more degree, and not worrying about what the next power bill will look like (yikes).
It's tucking little bodies into beds under cozy comforters and whispering for them to "sleep good, you never know what tomorrow may bring," before winking and turning out the light.
It's curling up under your favorite blanket, with your favorite person, and watching your favorite movie while you pretend the lit gas fireplace in your living room is a real, wood-burning fire...even though it isn't.
It's thinking about the soups and homemade rolls you're going to make for dinner next week, foods to comfort and soothe cold bodies.
It's wondering if school will be cancelled, like last year - if schedules will be rearranged and if, by golly, you'll be able to take your grandmother to her dentist appointment if indeed, the white stuff falls from the skies and sticks around longer than a day before melting into puddles.
It's feeling the excitement brewing beneath the surface, in the air and in the imaginations of the little ones in the house (and the not so little ones too), and I'm enjoying every second of it, the anticipation of something white.
Now where did I stash those marshmallows?