I wasn't kidding in my last post: Michigan winter has arrived, and I think it's here to stay for a while. After a bizarrely warm weekend in the 70s, the temperature has dropped to a high of 36 today and doesn't break out of the 40s all week. Yesterday, it snowed - big fat flurries that fell from the sky. The wind has a bitter edge that I haven't felt in nearly a year, leaving any exposed patch of skin red and icy cold. Oh winter.
I can't say that I love the cold, but the holiday season and all the little family traditions make the chill bearable. Sipping chai under a blanket with Christopher. Mom's pumpkin pie. Sitting in front of my parents' fireplace. Christmas morning. Family game night on New Years. Those memories, that love... they really do sustain you until spring.