So we got some snow this weekend.
Twenty-one inches, to be exact.
The fifth largest snow in Minnesota history. The biggest dump since the infamous Halloween Blizzard of '91, one of the classic "where were you" events in Minnesota history.
I know some people hate snow. It's a pain to shovel and scrape. It's cold and slippery and it makes driving treacherous.
I used to share the sentiment. When I was in college, winter held as much appeal as an IRS audit. It was long, bitter and tedious.
But … I don't know. Something has changed in me as I've gotten older. Maybe it's because I lived in snow-free San Diego for eight years. Maybe my inner weather geek is taking over. Maybe I’m turning into my mom, who is more Minnesotan-at-heart than most natives.
Or maybe ... now, I have kids.
And to kids, snow is magic.
Lately, I share the sentiment.
(Extreme babywearing, no?)
All this snow: It's GORGEOUS.
Even if it makes my driveway look like this.
It's crazy. What used to be frustrating now delights me. Instead of being annoyed, I'm amazed. My most frequent phrase this past weekend: Wow. It's so beautiful.
I have a feeling, most of life is, when seen through the eyes of a child.