I love winter. I didn't love winter when I lived in Utah, in fact it was probably my least favorite season. I was really nervous about having a winter again after living in Texas, the land of the 70 degree winters, for 3 years. But now, in Colorado, I really love winter. It's wonderful. It surprised me, seeing as I don't ski, I'm just terrible at it, and I really don't like being really cold. But in spite of those things, Colorado winters and me, we get along great. I'm actually kind of sad that it's warming up and I'm going to have to start the hunt for long shorts and capris that are cute on me once again. Do they even exist?
I LOVE winter clothes. Warm pea coats. Matching scarves. Cute fuzzy gloves. Cozy sweaters. Gorgeous boots. Wool skirts and fun tights. And ya know what, I look better when I'm wearing long sleeves and long pants. I feel prettier when I'm a bit more covered up. I do not have great legs and I'm not anxious for the weather to demand that they be sticking out all the time.
I love winter snow storms. Waking up to my yard dusted or covered with snow and everything looks so clean (until the afternoon when the bunnies cover my yard with tracks and droppings).
I love the way the snow sticks to branches and pillars and makes everything it touches look a little lovelier than before.
I love watching the snow fall outside our windows.
But hands down my favorite things about Colorado in the winter is that when it gets cold, when the snow dumps and the air bites and coats, gloves, and scarves are necessary to even walk outside, I know it won't last for weeks. The freezing cold weather only lasts a week at the longest here and then we get a nice warm spell that melts everything. The sunshine comes out, we hit a park in light jackets and even though the big dump of snow is still melting off the ground, it's 55 degrees or warmer and we get to play! We go to the zoo or parks, and the boys get to be outside in the winter! Tate has really warmed up to the snow this year. Last year when we moved he saw it for the first time and we could barely get him to stick his finger in it. It was a complete mystery. This year it's been fun to watch him enjoy and discover it and remember how amazing it was as a kid. The way it feels when it crunches under your feet. The crackly sound the thin ice on the edge of puddles makes when you step on it. The way your feet sink down in the new, soft stuff. Tate can't walk past a pile of snow without stepping in it and then kicking it. Seriously, everywhere we go he has to stomp in every pile we pass.
We have a lot of fun.