I traveled southward last weeked, but the Midwestern snow followed me. Tennessee got at least 6 inches of snow, and we spent an afternoon tubing and sledding. Because this part of the country rarely sees snow deeper than an inch, a sense of wonder settled over those Southerners as the snow fell .. and fell, and fell.
For the most part, I wasn't really amused or amazed. What amazed this lady was all the fuss. At one point during our snow play, I thought: "I am nearly 30 years old. I am a grown woman, giggling in the snow." Later, as my friends mother ladled homemade hot chocolate into ironware, I remembered snowdays spent sledding, hot bowls of chili and steaming cocoa, and frozen-red cheeks stinging from the heat of the indoors. Kind of like I wished for that gloomy Thursday last week.
Who says adult, married women can't whoop and belly-laugh and scream as they plow forward on a steep hill? Nobody.