Thursday, January 21, 2016

Dealing with January.

So we're in it.  The smack middle of winter.  Deep in the grey of January.  No hope for spring for months to come.  I've been good with this until I went on a hike last week and I carefully tried to stay on my two feet while slipping up the hill (yes, it is possible to slip up a hill, it just has to be very icy).  I realized how much I missed seeing color.  Right now it's all shades of grey, white and brown.  I am missing the vibrance of green and wildflowers and brilliant blue sky.  I let myself feel bummed out about this as I stumbled up a few more switchbacks.  When I approached the top and took in a deep breath I was humbled by all those negative thoughts of this not being beautiful...

Of course it's easy to get sick of winter around here, but truly time flies by anymore. I might feel bummed that it's only January right now, when I should know April is right around the corner.  As someone who is really trying to enjoy these little moments each day I need to realize it means every day.  Not just the sunny, eighty degree ones.  It means the Monday morning in the middle of winter.  It was a good reminder.  

My kids love winter.  I have a suspicion they may like it more than summer (gasp)!  I get it.  They have way better circulation so they don't get cold and we end every outside activity with hot chocolate.  (I think I need to encourage more ice cream eating in the summer to counteract this a bit.)  In the summer we do a lot of what I love doing...hiking, camping, getting out on the water.  In the winter the activities are all about the kids and certainly not something we would be doing without them.  These girls are all about it...

That face says it all.  Flying down snowy hills or gliding across shimmering ice on skates.  Taking a break on the side to cool down with natures best snack, snow...

I do believe they would fill every weekend with ice skating, sledding and hot chocolate and skip right past the summer months.  I know as long as I get to be a part of this and still get into the mountains once in awhile I am happy.  Even if it means standing in the snowy side lines trying not to freeze my toes off.  I just wished I liked hot cocoa more.  

Speaking of getting into the mountains still, a couple of weeks ago Matt and I started off a date night with a sunset hike.  Talk about feeling gratitude for the snowy beauty...there's something very peaceful about being on a snow-packed trail in the cold.  Everything is a little quieter.  The colors of the sunset are somehow magnified by the blanket of white on the valley below.  It was pretty awesome. 

As we made our way back down the trail you could see the lights of Bozeman beginning to pop on, lighting everything up.  We left the peace of the mountain and ended up in a loud brewery.  It's funny to be in two such different worlds within moments.  Solitude one and then with friends sharing laughs and a beer in the next.  We are so lucky.

The next time I'm feeling down about the cold, snow and drear I'll remind myself how quickly it will be gone.  If I've learned one thing each year I get older, it's that time keeps going faster.  I often find myself wishing I was younger again (yikes, I have a birthday coming up that will push me firmly into my late thirties!) or yearning for the girls to be babies again and wanting to stop them from growing older.  Yet at the same time I wish away the winter months each year.  This is just craziness.  You can't have it both ways and while I know time won't slow down I do know I can embrace each day.  No matter what season.  No matter what the weather.  Embrace what we have today so I don't look back later wishing I could come back to this very moment.  Snow and all.  

Until next time...

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