Walking in a winter wonderland

So I am sitting at my computer looking outside and there is snow. We are talking up to the kneecaps snow. I can only tell my car in the parking lot because of the pink Mickey Mouse antenna topper snow. The kind of snow that makes you think it might just be easier to wait till spring and it melts.
Now I am lucky. I have a husband that loves me and says as long as I keep the hot coffee coming, I do not have to go out and help him clean off the cars. A deal I gladly accepted, but as I watch him, I do have some guilt. His hot breath billowing white clouds, his cheeks turning bright red, snow flying back at him with every toss of the shovel. I can not help but think, I am glad its not me. I wonder what kind of coffee he wants.