The moment is etched in my memory forever.  It was the week before Christmas.  Our first Christmas in Wisconsin.  It was bitterly cold.  A piercing wind cut through  my layers of thermal clothing.  And all the way into my heart.

Everything about me felt cold.  We had moved from a place where we had lived many years, surrounded by multiple circles of friends and family, enveloped in warm memories and fireside moments.  And this new place felt cold.  Very very cold.