Reflections
It's another snowy day. It came earlier this year than usual. I remember my mom telling that the year that Sharon and Dwight Bright were born that there came a big snow in October 1961. Tree branches broke under the weight of the snow, ect. I am now sitting at home, this morning I watched as my husband dig his way out. I had a flashback to December 2009 when he was digging his way out to get me to work. I was glad I didn't have to go out, but also a little sad. I used to think of getting out as an adventure. My mom and I would get in the Subaru and head to WJLS, or my dad would drop me off in his truck on the way to work and then when Matt and I worked mornings we braved the snow. Many mornings it would be us and the snow plow. We always saw it as a challenge. I was proud that I never missed work during a storm. Once Matt walked up there to clean the ice and snow off of the satellite dishes so we could get programming. I had learned when the snow was deep, to ta...