You and Derek woke up to a gorgeous, thick layer of white snow adorning your neighborhood, which to him, only meant one thing.

You two bundled up in layers of jackets and hats and scarves, bright and early at 7am. The sun had just started to rise, causing a mesmorizing, ombré canvas to cover the sky.

You spent ages building your collection of snowballs, watching your back for any of Derek’s signature surprise attacks. The sight of the two of you, wrapped up in huge coats and yarn, stumbling around in the snow, was certainly a sight to behold.