"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Monday, October 25, 2010

Snow!

~Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
~Roger Miller


Well, I figure I have to have at least one post a month... But seriously, I think the first snow this winter warranted a blog post :)

I've been loving the rain this weekend. It is absolutely beautiful! I just wish I had a covered porch so I could sit outside and enjoy it. And while I had heard there would be snow this week, I wasn't expecting it until Wednesday.

I woke up late, like normal. I guess I shouldn't call it late anymore, huh? But I've learned to get ready really quickly and headed upstairs by 6 am. I glanced out the kitchen window, expecting a wet and rainy morning. But the ground was white and the trees in my neighbor's backyard were heavy with snow. It looked like each leaf had its own coating. Like the rain, it was beautiful.

I hate that the first thing I said-out loud in my dark sleeping house-was something like, "NOOooooo!"

So irritating.

I love snow. I love the cold. I love the rain. Winter is wonderful.

But the last few years have made me fight for my love of such things. Like when I started walking to and from the bus stop. Or when I started having to scrape my car to drive to school. And when I had to walk across campus to my classes every day. My twenty minute commute at six in the morning is just another such thing.

But even so, I continue to love it all. The silent white flakes floating to the ground. The chill in the air outside. The warmth of the heater in the front room. Curling up in sweats and a blanket on the couch to read with the frost covered window close by. Drinking hot chocolate and walking around downtown under the strings of lights in an already beautiful Temple Square. Mittens and scarfs and hats. Fuzzy boots and fluffy coats. Making snow angels and not being able to get up. Getting all dressed up to go into the backyard and only lasting twenty minutes. Searching to find just the right scrapes to decorate a lopsided snowman. Sliding across the black ice in the parking lot just for fun. Trudging through the snow to go anywhere and ending up with half-frizzy hair and not minding one bit. Listening to Christmas music as you drive at half speed down slushy streets.....

There are a million things to love about the snow, about the winter. And while everyone complains I enjoy it. Yes, it can be frustrating, irritating, and annoying. But I wouldn't trade it in for twelve months of summer. I look forward to it every year.
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