Cold hands, warm heart.

I don’t like winter.  And I complain about it a lot. The cold air is too cold and the snow, for mid-December, is already too deep.  Perhaps I wasn’t built for this climate.  I don’t ski or snowboard, nor do I play hockey or go skating, sledding, or snowshoeing.  I don’t see much point to winter other than for hiding inside.  And that’s how it’s always been.

It doesn’t help that as I wait for my new ‘roomier’ coat to arrive, I must zip myself up into my regular one and walk around looking like a sausage.

But…just as I turn on the computer to start scouting locations to live where there is no snow (got room for me, Kris?), I see the excitement in Jaia’s eyes as the snow starts to fall.  She, at 2, has already gone skiing and is crazy excited to learn to skate.  She was showing me her proposed technique last night dressed in pjs and bare feet.

And then she heads outside to play and is in heaven.  She loves winter and I find her sneaking peeks out the window to make sure the snow hasn’t melted yet – which melts my cold heart – just a little.  I guess we’ll stay and stick it out.  For now.  😉