We had a supposed "blizzard" today. While it was a lot of snow (that's still falling) it was by no means a blizzard in my book. I remember being 6 or 7 and being thrown from the stoop of our apartment building into the middle of the street and barely making a dent. My uncle took me downstairs thinking I was going to love playing in the snow and I was gone in all of 2 minutes. He ran back up to the apartment looking for me and I was already changed into my cozy clothes and under my grandmothers' arms. Never been a winter lover. I don't like being cold and I don't like being wet and pelted with cold and wet precipitation in the face. Nope, not me. But, being that I am a mommy and I feel like I have been missing out so much on the last few days that my kids are kids, I decided to take charge and be the one to suggest we go out into the snow today. (After I said it, it was too late.) We trekked what seemed like miles (maybe 1) and my body is in pain because of it. But I just put my kids to bed and they both hugged me extra hard and thanked me for the "awesome day". So, it was all worth it, and advil can help me sleep tonight. Boy I can't wait till Spring.
These days are counted...
I know you're coming soon Spring :)