Winter had descended, and you stood in your front yard, cradling your child while watching your husband chop wood to keep you warm.

With only his axe and a peaceful smile, he cut wood calmly and sincerely, never complaining even in the face of frigid winds.

Once his task was done, he stood and kissed your forehead, his long hair blowing gently in the wind. He arranged the wood and set it ablaze, using the warmth of the blaze to embrace you both.

"Do you feel warm, my love?" he asked.