Snowfall

It's no secret that I'm not a fan of this January weather.  If I could have a perfect Michigan, I'd alternate the months of May, June, and October over and over again.  I've hibernated nearly every winter since I retired my sled, even leaving my hat a mittens at school for recess duty.  Throw blankets, cups of tea, and good books have been the only way to survive.

Imagine my surprise at finding myself raising two preschoolers who adore the snow.  It's been a while since I allowed myself to even ponder that such people exist.  Really?  Putting your hands in the snow until they're so cold they tingle?  Getting wet from snow sneaking up your snow pants?  Doesn't it bother you when your nose hairs instantly freeze together?  No?


Evidently, they're all in.  They're up for the cold and the wetness, the red noses and icy fingers, the snowmen and sleds.  I guess it's time for a pair of mittens and a hat for home too.