I was born and raised here in Minnesota, land of 10,000 frozen lakes and even more mosquitos. And I have to say....I should've hailed from California. I'm not a 'winter person' by any means. When the temperature drops below 50 degrees it tends to get my long johns in a bunch. I much prefer the 70 and sunny-type weather. Oh, and the snow? Yeah....don't like that either.
The rest of my family, on the other hand, loves winter. Talk of snowmobiling starts way back in October. Dreams of snowball fights, snow forts and sledding follow shortly thereafter.
Needless to say, our family has been on opposite ends of the spectrum this winter. I've been fairly happy so far this year. The weather only started getting cold in late January, and there was really no snow to speak of. The other members of my family, however, have been moping; waiting for winter to strike so they could enjoy the fun.
Today we reversed roles.
As the snow fell the spirits rose. My husband's right hand started itching, in preparation for the throttle of the snowmobile. My children's dull eyes began to brighten more and more with each falling snowflake. Their frowns were turning up side down. The house took on a level of excitement that hasn't been seen since last winter.
This afternoon three kids had the time of their lives romping in the new-fallen snow and one grown man got reaquainted with his machine. Their smiles, and the gleam in their eyes, made me change my tune regarding winter.
Ok fine, Old Man Winter, you win.....but only for a while.
