Call Me Crazy

Although being from Arizona, I LOVE the snow.  When I lived there, I cursed every day I had to turn on the air conditioning in my car over Christmas break.  So when we moved here, I loved to see the trees change color and the peaks of the mountains accumulate snow.  Then it snowed at our own house and it was so beautiful.  The girls loved it.  I appreciated the cold weather, even if I had to shovel two feet of snow on our extra long driveway.  I watched the snow glitter as I threw it in the grass.  The whole winter Dan complained mostly because of his commute to work.  I hated to hear him complain.  Then I listened to others who were from here that hated it too.  It seemed like everyone wished it would stop snowing.  Then fast forward to today.  Today we had another snowfall.  We had to walk to church in near blizzard conditions, all 100 feet or so.  Granted it was tough for the kids but they had fun using their princess umbrellas and seeing the snow collect on their coats.  It only took us a minute or two to get to the church but I found myself asking if we should have taken the car.  Even then, I found myself reveling in the falling snow and smiling to myself.  Maybe my opinion will change in a few years, but it makes me sad to hear so many people complain of the wonderful phenomenon of snow and cold and cloudy skies.  I guess growing up in Arizona I had too many days of searing hot sun and soon the cloudy skies will get to me too.  But right now, I am thoroughly enjoying another blast of winter.