Growing up I remember HUGE snow storms, snow days home from school, making huge forts, slides, and having snow ball fights. I can remember putting our soaking gloves and boots by the heater vent and coming into the kitchen for hot chocolate. (what a great mom I have!) I remember watching my Dad shovel or snow blow our walks and driveway. Lots of fun snow memories.
We spent a lot of time as a family with my Grandpa Jack on the Alta Ski hill. Where I learned quickly that I LOVE to ski. Now if we can get some more snow in the mountains perhaps Dave and I can take Anna and teach her!
Now I have grown older and have to drive in it! And honestly after two scary accidents, it isn’t my favorite any more. But this winter, being a mild one in Utah, and one that I haven’t had to do a ton of driving in it I have enjoyed it. Especially when I get to watch my own daughters watch their Daddy shovel and then I drive the next morning and have it be beautifully stuck to the trees. It is gorgeous!
P.S. Yes, I have done my fair share of shoveling as well, during naps of course. I’m sure my mom did the same.
