I know right about now you are probably cursing the frigid wind as you are attempting to scrap the ice off of your car in the work parking lot before your hands completely freeze through and lose all feeling. You are probably angry at your husband for deciding to go to school somewhere where it is normal for 3 feet of snow to fall in one night and where it is known to be so cold that they have to create words like "polar vortex" in order to describe the subzero temperature, instead of, you know, Texas. You are afraid that this cruel practical joke will last forever, that your friend the sun, who you knew so well while growing up in Arizona, has decided that this long distance relationship just can't work and has finally left you for good. Or you would think that, if you brain was not a frozen tundra at this moment in (future) time.
What you need to know is that winter is only a season. Even if it seems like this frozen hell is never going to end, it will. Granted, it may last till April or May. But it will eventually end. Eventually. And it's going to be beautiful when it does.
I need to remember this. When it is early February and I hate everything, I need to remember that the sun exists, that summer exists and that beauty still exists. And when I do inevitably forget this golden nugget of knowledge, it looks like this:
To summer, long may you reign! (I am totally reading way too much Game of Thrones...)