I really, really hate cold weather. I don't think there's much good that can happen if it's less than 60*. I suppose cold weather would be ok from the middle of November through January 5th, but that's it. The holidays are a little more fun and holiday-like if it's cold and snowy.
I would be most happy in shorts and flip-flops all year round. I am a coastal girl totally misplaced in the Midwest. Matter of fact, I'm sure I've audibly heard God call us to California or Florida. Not really, but I wish He would. However, we're still in the Midwest where we have definite seasons.
This week, like many others across the US, we experienced "the storm of the century". I knew the weathermen had predicted snow but I didn't know it was the storm of the century until we were in the thick of it. I pretty much choose to live with my head buried in the snow, I mean sand, most of the winter.
On the other hand, I have a warm blooded son who continues to wear shorts despite the blizzard conditions. The only time I've ever been called to the principal's office IN MY WHOLE LIFE was to discuss Eli's shorts last winter. Apparently, some administrators and teachers have guidelines about what should be worn for outside recess. I assured the principal Eli was not suffering in his shorts. I'm a mother of natural consequences. If he is cold, he'll wear more clothes. This is not a mountain on which I'm willing to die. He has plenty of jeans and pants but he is too warm when he wears them...or he's just too cool to wear them, whichever the case may be. At any rate, the cold weather absolutely does not bother him.
It's a good thing, because...