My family and I have lived in Jacksonville for a little over 2 years now. When I look through photos of the recent blizzard in the the northeast, I silently wonder if my daughters will ever have fond memories of playing in the snow… of waking up to discover that the schools are closed…….afternoons of snowballs and snowmen. Nights of hot chocolate and fireplaces. I know I’m idealizing the memories, glossing over the realities of shoveling through the ice and slush with fingers on the verge of frostbite. But how will they ever have the joy of getting a little bit misty when they here Nat King Cole croon The Christmas Song or they hear the whimisical piano intro to Winter Wonderland. Ah…but a winter without a shovel is a joy forever.
