I am my father’s daughter. I know how to make a raging fire. I have spent years watching him build fires, in The Most Beautiful Fireplace in the World, and strategically place wood in locations ready to add to the smoldering logs.
When it snows, I typically yearn to be at my parent’s house gearing up to go sledding or hunkering down to play games. This is the first snow that we’ve had at HBHQ and I’m feeling quite cozy and down-home happy.
We were left with a fairly large woodpile when we moved in and it is finally
coming handy. I found myself bundled in a random combination of pjs and one of Barry’s extra large ski coats this morning strategically piling wood outside our door in order to ensure fewer trips to the woodpile.
I have countless childhood memories of making such trips in and out the door to fill the wood box with my family…. loading one another up and hoping that each load would be the last.
If The Most Beautiful Fireplace in the World was 
getting used, my dad would take on the wood-getting and fire-building himself to make the a-fore-mentioned raging fire. The stones stay hot for days and it is best to lean up against them if you’ve just come in from the freezing weather.
Now, we don’t have stones that heat up and we certainly don’t have The Most Beautiful Fireplace in the World, but I am my father’s daughter and I have made a raging fire.
Excuse me, while I go enjoy it.
We talked today about how we kind of wish we were snowed in at your parents’ house right now, even though our place is pretty cozy.
That fireplace is definitely the Most Beautiful Fireplace in the World, I agree.
I wish we were all sitting around it. Playing board games and eating cool food.
Luckily, that will be taking place very soon.
When you tire of the teaching profession, being a writer could fill its shoes.
Love that you love your Dad’s fireplace so much! Love that I saw Small Fry Barry beside the wood pile from his childhood again.