I get really really really excited when it snows. Because now I know about 30 minutes after the snow slows down, it means we get to walk down the backyard and be in a winter wonderland! The ravine winter wonderland!
I remember loving wintertime as a kid, playing in the snow. But around age 12 I feel like that stopped. So. It’s taken 20 years, but I’ve totally done a 180 degree turn and I’m LOVING winter (well, the 20 degree, light winds, fluffy snow part of our winter this year!). Please. Someone come over next time it snows so you can go down into the ravine with us. It’s magical!