Especially when you have a dad that over-indulges all things boy and will stand out and freeze so he can push you when the snow gets too deep. Yes, life is good, especially while I am watching this through the window by the fireplace.
I love to watch the snow falling, play with the boys in it for a few minutes, then, after a snowball fight or two, it is time for me to head inside and drink some hot chocolate (and start washing the 12 loads of clothes that accumulated since the first flake fell).
I would be a horrible Yankee for so many reasons, and let me tell you, snow is one of the main ones.
The Park Wife