When I woke up this morning, I could hear the blower still going on the fireplace. I thought that was odd, because the fire should have died down in the night, causing the blower to automatically go off as it cooled. When I went into the living room, I saw that my sweet husband had put more wood on the fire and had brought in some logs for me to keep it going today. He must have been warming himself before work, because there was a chair pulled up near it. The chair was now occupied by Stewart!
He loves looking at the flames. I love how you can see his reflection in the glass!