Today the wind chill made the temperature this morning feel like it was in the 30s. I know what you are thinking... a girl from Syracuse should be able to handle that weather. Well I can, but it still feels very very very cold to me.
Today as I sit and listen to the wind whistle outside my window. I am thankful, very very thankful for this wonderful place that I live. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would live in a place where palm trees were dressed up in lights for Christmas, where the beach is the place people go for baptisms, and where 30 degrees makes me cold.
Though I am thankful for this amazing place, I am also so thankful that I grew up with the seasons. I love the feeling of expectancy when I would hear that we were going to get dumped with snow. I adored waking up to white blankets of beauty covering the trees, sidewalks, and roads. I truly loved it! I am thankful that I know what it means and feels like to have to scrape my car- or blow dry the ice to melt it so that I could open my door. Those memories are amazing!
Here is a fun article that I came across the other day. I am thankful I grew up there, but even more thankful that I don't live there now :)