eating my words

Dear Winter,

Looks like we have to say goodbye. 

I am not really sad about it,

but I will be excited to see you again...

when the time is right.

And if I start missing you before then,

I have these pictures

from one of your more attractive days

to remember you by.

So long,

Julie

munch. munch.

chew. chew.

swallow.

Winter is back with a vengeance.

But at least I got to experience 

Jason and Becca's fabulous backyard ice rink

and my mom's 

"way better than they used to make them back in the day"

ice skates.

Today, I am thankful that we are all alive.

Because 13 kids and a few adults on ice

with broomball and hockey sticks

and a puck

might be considered a pretty big gamble.

As is making the long drive home 

during the biggest blizzard of the season.