So this is love!

After a few days of being back in Santiago, we are back in the swing of things. After two rainy days in a row and therefore not leaving the building for more than an empanada run, poor little C was getting pretty stir crazy. She would talk about putting on shoes and go try to open the door. We would go climb the stairs to all 8 floors, and walk up and down the hallways, pretending to use keys to open little electrical boxes on the walls. I think the highlight of her day yesterday was helping me do laundry and put wet clothes in the dryer all by herself.

Anyway, the whole point of this post was the story I always want to remember. Like most of the apartments and homes in Santiago, and most of Chile as well, ours does not have any kind of insulation or central heat. This means that even though it's not really that cold of a winter, if you sit still for a while, like in the evening, and can't run a little portable gas heater all night, you start to get pretty chilly in Chile. While my beloved husband and I were enjoying some quality time together (read: 2 hours of channel surfing), I was deciding if I should get up and use the bathroom before falling asleep, knowing that if I didn't right then, I'd wake up in the middle of the night and have to go.

I continued this debate out loud, pointing out that I was finally warm, and I was sure the toilet seat would be freezing cold (not just from deducing skills, but from very real memories from the two days before). Right then, my sweetheart, offered that he would go sit on the toilet seat for a while to warm it up for me.

Now, if this isn't love folks, I just don't know what is.