She is My Snow, and the Snow is My Happiness

I love the snow it is the best thing about the year. I usually look forward to the snow all year long, and the snow is something that makes me happy. I hate the holidays but the snow make them bearable. The Thanksgiving awkwardness that happens when you have the arguments over who gets to cook, who have been doing better, and the just overall unpleasant family silence and/or fighting, until the food comes out then everyone shut up for the first ten minutes and "Oo's and Ahh's" at the food a lot of "Mmmm's" thrown in there the all of the sudden everyone is 11 again and completely forgets all of the basic table manners. Then there is the awkward time everyone tries to talk and keep in touch until they get to Christmas, and that goes basically the same way except you have to buy those people crap that they won't touch for the next year until you come to visit and they pull it out of the closet, dust it off, and set it out like they've been using it the entire time. Plus just trying to get to the damned store and pick up eggs or milk around that time is just hectic. But through all of that I still get a warm and fuzzy when I wake up and see what little gift the night left me on the ground sometimes I wake up to the same scene I fell asleep to but then there is that lucky moment I see the powdery white joy filling put untouched snow, just sitting there asking for me to come out and play. There is nothing about my life that I love anymore than the thought of it snowing. I wait for it all year, all month, all day, and every minute just hoping it will be there that much sooner. And if you've been paying attention you may think that the way I feel about is a little over-board, maybe even a bit (or very) obsessive. Now just think what is something made you feel like that but a little more. That is this girl I know she makes me happy she is perfect in my eyes. She is the snow, pure, joyful, and amazing. I may see her everyday, but I see the snow every year for days, weeks, and even months at a time. That doesn't mean I don't love it or her any less, and maybe a little more. She is my snow and the snow is my happiness.