I am one of those weird people who love winter.
Maybe it’s my Scandinavian roots, who knows? But I just love winter.
And we got a whole lot of winter over the Thanksgiving weekend.
We spent the holiday with my family up in northern Minnesota where we got somewhere between 12-15 inches of snow over about a roughly 24-hour period.
It left us snowed in for most of Saturday and a good chunk of Sunday, which was alright in my book.
Instead of making our way home, like we had originally planned, we spent the day just enjoying the snow. We had a few snowball fights, climbed a hill of snow and pulled our son around on his sled.
As I have mentioned in previous articles, having a young child allows you to re-live the fun of being a kid. Sledding and snowball fights. So. Much. Fun. Why don’t we take the time to do these things when we are adults?
Of course, there was plenty of shoveling and pushing cars out of ditches, but it’s early enough in the season that we aren’t sick of those things yet.
Then when our noses and cheeks were red with cold, we made our way inside. We cuddled in front of the fireplace and hung up our snow-caked outside clothes to dry.
Warming up with hot cocoa with mini marshmallows in front of a softly glowing Christmas tree with a world of pristine white snow out the window is pretty much a perfect way to start December.
What’s in store for our afternoon?
I would say roughly a repeat of our morning. All in all, a perfect winter day.