Winter

It's finally snowing outside. This has been the longest autumn-time in the history of Utah. I have loved it! The snow is so beautiful, but I'm not excited. What's happened to me? I've always loved winter. My dad once told me the only reasons I loved snow is because I don't shovel and I don't commute. I like to be outside when it's snowing. I like the crisp, cold, envigorating air. I like the blue, blue skies. (I know, Salt Lake Valley rarely has smog-free skies. But on those blue days, I am loving it!) Before I got my mission call, I told people, "I don't care where they send me, as long as there is snow!" Of course, I went where there was no snow. They had a really, really wet winter that year and there was snow up in the Adelaide hills. I didn't see it, but I knew it was a gift from God to me. So, my question is, why am I not more excited about the snow today? I want to be wearing flip-flops and hanging out in the backyard. (Not necessarily my backyard--it's pretty small. I like my parents'.) Anyway, I need some help to get excited about winter. Any suggestions? I write this as if someone will respond. But the truth is, I haven't told anyone I started a blog.