What could be more Canadian than plowing snow off the driveway on Christmas day? Paul got to use a snowblower for the first time, and as an added bonus, won his way into my Dad's heart by doing the driveway for him.
Not being a material girl, I didn't really have anything specific in mind that I wanted for Christmas. I ended up getting absolutely gorgeous presents from Paul, who had already won his way into my heart long before today. So here's where I get to brag again - not only does he cook, smell good, and like my accent, he's really good at picking out gifts for me. Did I mention that he doesn't think my family is insane and is actually enjoying himself here? *swoon*