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　　Temperature is part of my married romance．Coming to New York from Baltimore－where there is just one small snowstorm each year－I was 　　1　　 by a fireplace in my new home, with fires 　　2　　 all day, just as what ancient people did at a wedding．

　　My husband, Peter, comes from northern Ontario, where winter 　　3　　 from September to May and cold wind is 　　4　　．“When Canadians have 30 below, they 　　5　　 it．”He says．“Cold wind is for crybabies．”

　　So to marry this man I had to learn to 　　6　　 for serious cold．To get me from Baltimore's Inner Harbor to Albany's frozen Hudson, Peter piled me 　　7　　 jackets and sweaters, scarves and gloves, even a hat with earflaps．The gift of Sorel boots－comfortably warm at Canada's 30 below, was a 　　8　　 we were getting serious．

　　That first winter together, living in upstate New York, I thought I'd 　　9　　．My boots were good below freezing, but my fingers could 　　10　　 tie them．Physical adaptation is real, but it came slowly．And there is also emotional 　　11　　 to cold．Some days I tell myself that I have enough beach memories to stick to on 　　12　　 days and other days I am reminded that living cold does indeed build 　　13　　．

　　　　14　　, having a warm house is important．After my first marriage ended, for years I 　　15　　 went on a second date with a man whose response to my“I'm cold．”was,“Put on a sweater．”Now I'm married to a man who 　　16　　 that cold hands do not mean a warm heart, and that a big oil bill is better than roses．But surprisingly, I've grown, too．I am 　　17　　, in this new life and climate, to go and look for that cost-saving sweater．

　　The word comfortable did not 　　18　　 refer to being contented．Its Latin root, comfortare, means to strengthen．The Holy Spirit is Comforter：not to make us comfortable, but to make us 　　19　　．We 　　20　　 not be warm but we are indeed comforted．