Braving the storms

Ben walks to the bus stop every morning for school. Up until the last few days, the weather has been decent. Some mornings have been a little chilly, but overall, seasonally nice. The last two days have been pretty nasty. Windy, cold, and yesterday, wet. We all went out yesterday morning for an appointment and it was pretty icky with the icy rain coming down. Gluttons for punishment, Ben, Henry and I all went to the store when Audrey was down for a nap. By the time we got out of the store, the sun was merrily shining as if nothing had happened. Somewhat like Albuquerque, we commented to each other.

At dinner last night, Ben commented on the lack of any kind of snow that stuck to the ground. Mom asked if he was disappointed. "Yeah," Ben replied somewhat mournfully. Later that evening I commented that for someone who talks about hating the cold so much, he sure was anxious for snow. Essentially, he said he liked having something to complain about.

Ben was checking some of the Albuquerque weather this morning and found that it had snowed in our old neighborhood. "Kinda ironic." was his comment. Here we were in Utah; cold, snowy, dark Utah and sunny New Mexico got a layer of snow before we did.

Perhaps it's suffering the cold weather without the joy and beauty of snow that disappoints him...