I confess, I hate snow and winter and cold and iced roads and slush and winds and early darkness and all the other unpleasantness that comes with winter. I grew up in a very very cold place in the former Soviet Union so I feel like a total wuss complaining about winter here in the Northeast, but there you have it. I dread it.
But I'm trying to learn to like snow because my daughter goes completely ga ga over it. This morning I took an early shower while my husband went to see whether she was awake yet. Then I heard some strange loud noises that sounded like crying from a few rooms away. I ran to her room only to find her running around giggling with excitement - there was snow on the ground.
Later we put on her full snow outfit - including brand new pink snow boots - and went outside, where my husband shoveled, she took the snow he shoveled and put it back in the driveway with her little shovel, and I got some adorable photos.
I don't like winter and I don't like snow. But I'm trying to change that because my daughter has so much fun with the cold white stuff!