Waiting impatiently

We are on day 4 or 5 of a deep freeze.  It is almost the end of January and still weeks away from any kind of real relief.  My three year old, while putting on his coat on the way to his sister’s evening soccer practice told me he missed summer.  And why wouldn’t he?  Everything kids love about winter – snow forts, snowmen, snowballs, skating, skiing, sledding – has been out of their reach for weeks!  Being outside is unbearable when your exposed skin begins to freeze within minutes.  This polar vortex can kiss it.

We are all done.  Done with cold.  I hate to be complainy Janie, but this is just too much.

I keep dreaming of spring.  Fresh air.  Renewal.  Freedom from layers.  Shoes outside.  Warmth.  Green grass.  Birdsongs.  Buds on trees.  Flowers.  Runs outside.  Sunshine past 5:30.

Canadians are tough.  Surviving winter year after year proves it.  And we’ll survive this one too – even though we are on course to be enduring the coldest one in 20 years.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.  A warm, t-shirt and flip flop wearing light.  Only 56 days to go!