Driving into your driveway to see the glow of light from the inside.
Knowing your slippers are waiting for you on the warm side of the door.
Opening the door to be surrounded by warmth and smells of simmering stew and spicy candles.
Cold hands gripping a hot mug.
Blankets that are being pulled down and snuggled in more often than they are decorating the back of the couch.
Staying in, because it's dark, so it must be late, right?
I think this feeling is worth celebrating.