In Texas, you see, that's at least noteworthy, if not something to brag about.
Last weekend, during our early Christmas, our little family took a walk. It was awesome. It was warm.
From time to time, I miss things. Like, oh, wearing wool sweaters. The smell in the air that happens right before it snows. Cashmere scarves. Making snow angels. (And/or watching the fog roll in over the Golden Gate Bridge. Because if you're watching fog in San Francisco, there are no snow angels. It's all a series of trade-offs.)
But then, it's almost Christmas and I'm wearing flip flops. And Jack is finding rock treasures on our walk and having so much fun.
And then I don't mind at all. Trade off, shmade off.
Hope you don't mind stuff today.