Disclaimer: If I owned The Office, Jim and Pam would be together and planning their wedding by now.
When they wake up in the morning and snow is covering the ground, she squeals and throws her inhibitions to the frigid wind.
She pulls her boots on over her flannel pajama bottoms and throws her coat haphazardly over her shoulders, pulling her gloves out of her pocket as she goes.
He watches as she twirls in the gracefully-falling white, giggling joyously and allowing herself to fall back into the inches of snow already layered on the grass.
The snowball she tosses at him is cold and wet and packed tightly, hitting him with a gentle thump.
She shrieks as he chases her and squeals with laughter as she falls into the snow, him coming down with her.
He kisses her and tells her to come inside and he'll make her breakfast. She kisses him once more and leads him inside.
And as he watches her, nose and cheeks still red from the cold, tiny hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate, he falls in love with her all over again.
