Dear Winter,

You are back with your cold, hard facade.

Yeah, you look tough. You make me a little angry sometimes with the icy driveway, slow commute, multiple complicated layers of clothing, and ruined plans. OH, and Don't get me started on the pneumonia, Influenza, and stomach viruses you toss around in abundance like candy at a parade!

My body tells me to hate you. My skin cracks, my lips chap, my eyebrows even furrow when I focus too long on your presence. I have to tell you though, Winter, I've grown to love you.

When the days are short and the dark falls over my home like a closing casket, it actually comforts me. It slows me down and allows me to feel the freeze that simultaneously takes place in my life when you are around. Ever since having children I've felt out of place a little fickle and torn. I'm always asking myself how I got here and what to do next. You've shed some light on the answers for me though.