I have always lived in Utah. As a kid I was so appreciative of every season. I could never choose a favorite because they all had so much to offer. As a mom, I wonder why in the world we live in a place that is cold almost half of the year. Now that I don't build snow forts, go sledding, or ski every weekend, what does winter have to offer me besides dangerous driving conditions and having to bundle up my kids every single time we step out the door? Yes, I think I am one of those people who wishes for a two month autumn, a cozy, white December - and then straight on to spring. January 1st! (I do love the fall and spring. I guess it's only winter that is ridiculous.) Okay, maybe I'd miss the snow a little. Actually, no, I think I would be fine. Toddlers cooped up day after day. Winter. Blah.
I didn't mean for this to be a Utah/winter-bashing post. (Surely Drew will put his seasonal opinions in a comment. Sorry Drew, we'll just have to agree to disagree on this one!) I love Utah, I really do. And I would miss the mountains terribly if we moved. I would miss the excitement and festive moods that the change in seasons bring. I guess I am just dreading the inevitable winter because I am so so so loving these nice summer days. Every single day I am thankful for a fenced in yard that keeps my kids happy and contained. A few days a week our backyard look like this:
Neighborhood kids come over and we party in the water. What is better than that?
Here Gabe is saying, "Coooold!"
And this is where the life guard sits, sipping lemonade and reading a magazine. Ha. In my dreams. As soon as I sit down I get right back up to break up fights over water toys or fix the slip-n-slide. Still, better than bundling kids up in layers of clothes so they can play in the snow for a few minutes. Ah, summer. I will enjoy you while you last!