Denver (and Colorado in general) is usually a place where the statement can be made - "If you don't like the weather, just wait an hour..." This winter it cannot be said; in fact, I wish the meteorologist would get it wrong! Don't get me wrong I love snow and winter for that matter, but it snowed yesterday making it the 6th weekend in a row that it snowed. I feel like I'm living in the Midwest again. Our Christmas lights are still up because Tracy can't put the ladder in a safe spot. Looking at the forecast, we have a couple more chances of flurries this week, too. It's been 15 years since the last time snow covered the ground for this long. In the midst of it all, there have been sunny days where we start to thaw, hopeful days where the kids have suited up and played in the drifts outside of our home. But winter is still knocking at our door every night. We are all ready to be able to play outside - the girls on their bikes with all their friends, for me to catch up with my neighbors, nature walks and playground dates.
I have been through these winters in my life. Hard times when everything is cold and bleak. Yet right when I am so tired of it all a fresh layer of snow comes to cover the ugliness and make it beautiful again, or the sunny day comes to bring hope for spring - when the sun is warm and I actually consider taking off my coat. Recently, I came to the end of a personal winter. I feel as though the cold is being shrugged off and replaced with the warm breeze of spring.
There is still a lot of snow that needs to melt both in my life and in my front yard, but there is hope. Spring will be here before I know it and I will welcome it with open arms. I will drink in the newness it brings and flourish!
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