Younger fell asleep happy last night…because it was snowing.
He woke grumpy this morning…because the roads were clear.
I miss childhood, when happiness was a snow day. The freedom from responsibility granted unexpectedly by a white blessing. The excitement of an entire day filled with activities of one’s own choosing. Such a simple joy.
Life — and happiness — seems so much more complicated as an adult.
No wonder Younger doesn’t want to grow up.