I was the kid who always wanted 2 feet of snow.
I watched the weather reports religiously.
And I got excited every time the weatherman predicted inches and inches of snow.
And I got super mad at my dad when he’d downplay it and say they were wrong and we wouldn’t get anything.
That was me.
And then came last year’s winter.
And, despite being 23 years old, I was in my glory.
That’s how much I love snow.
So it means something when I say, “Enough.”
Bring on spring already.
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