I hate snow, but my daughter loves it. She scans the sky for heavy-laden clouds, listens for weather reports, prays for snow, and runs to the window every five minutes when snow is predicted, hoping a foot or more will have fallen since she last looked.
I’m a New Year’s Day wimp. I hate making resolutions. The plans to lose weight, or to exercise daily, quit smoking, learn a new skill, read the Bible, balance the checkbook, or get organized for good just depress me.