I know the snow and ice has made travel difficult for many, making commutes miserable. Church has been canceled. Struggling businesses are sure to feel the (lack of) heat.
And I don't wish hard times on anyone. But secretly: I have found I love the snow. I like driving around with a shovel. I like walking to visit friends when the drifts were too high. God help me, but I loved having my husband work from home; watched the kids build forts without fear of showing the house.
We have relaxed in ways we haven't in months. My house is a wreck, but we have been at ease.
My only deep regret is that we can't be with my Mom and family today to celebrate her birthday and Christmas. They're still buried in it, and have been working hard just to keep their generator going. This wasn't the plan.
But icicles are forming; the temperatures are slowly moving up and this snow will melt away.
It will be bittersweet; no more nights lit up from below.
And we will adapt and celebrate with you very soon, Mom. Until then, know we love you. We love you, very much.