Yesterday was the first chance to do some sledding in Chicago this winter. When it doesn’t snow, you can’t go sledding. It’s just that simple.
So when a light coating of snow fell, my little one and I made the most of it. It was a lot of fun, and the light snow, and the little hill we used, and the cheap sled that fell apart the first time we used it didn’t matter one bit.
Nine years old will be gone by next winter, and the window for “Let’s go sledding, Daddy” won’t be open forever. So we took what we could get, and now spring can come if it wants to. At least we did some sledding this winter.