It's cold in Ohio these days. Really cold.
I spent a lot of years in South Texas. My girls were born there. They don't quite know what to do with all this snow. And ice. And cold.
We're having a little trouble adjusting.
We stay inside a lot. But we get out too.
Because cold can be fun.
Sledding, for instance, was a blast.
I even made it down the hill a time or two.
Ice skating was fun, too. The older two had been ice skating before, but last week was Amy's first time on skates.
She was a trooper. A trooper in pain, but a trooper none the less.
They all started off hugging the wall as they skated in a slow, unsteady circle. The older two quickly moved to the middle of the rink and were eventually twirling and racing and, at one point, I think they were square dancing.
Amy stuck to the wall. I don't blame her. Falling hurts. That's exactly why I watched from the stands. No ice skating for me. I'm too old. Broken bones are expensive. And painful.
And then last night we walked through Christmas lights at a park in a neighboring town.
It sounded fun. Carriage rides and big slides and reindeer and a path through millions of lights. What's not to love?
The 25 degree temperature.
We rode through Christmas lights last year on a hayride. It was College Station, Texas. It was 60 degrees. It was awesome.
This year, not so much.
So we're still learning to handle the weather. We're tough. We'll overcome.
Last night just wasn't our night.
And probably not tonight either.
Maybe next year.