It looks like we’re going to get slammed tomorrow with the first major snowfall of the year. I have a major problem with that. For several reasons. First, my distaste for cold and snow increases proportionally as I get older. Now that I’m 41 and I’m starting to head down the other side of what I hope will be a very large hill, I dread the winter. Second, tomorrow is only December 19. IT’S NOT EVEN WINTER YET. Third, my husband and I are supposed to go out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday.
The girls love the snow. Really, what kid doesn’t love the snow? Even I liked the snow when I was a kid. As long as my feet didn’t get wet. Which means that in retrospect, if I’m being honest with myself, I just lied. I tolerated the snow at best.
Chloe and Sophie, however, really enjoy the snow. And their Papa enjoys it with them. Good thing. If the expected weather doesn’t disappoint, I just hope it’s not a preview of what’s to come.