Our little team has lived here in the desert now for three years. Actually, three years at the end of this month. We've discovered many things to love (ok, so "love" might be too strong a word sometimes...namely anytime between oh--April and October, as those are the times when we feel like we're hanging out in Hell's back yard) about Arizona. About Arizona weather.
The sunsets here can be spectacular. We're not called the Valley of The Sun for nothing! Like fire stretching across the horizon, over the palm trees. Breathtaking.
Or rainbows after the cleansing monsoon rains. Imagine being ten years old and still trying to believe in leprechauns, and the pot o' gold at the end. And if you're fortunate enough to find it, dancing with your arms spread wide and your head thrown back through the beautiful, brilliant colors.
But as much as we've come to call the Arizona desert home, I still miss certain things about growing up in Colorado. Bundling up in layers. Mittens and ear muffs. Snowball fights with my brothers and the other kids that lived in our cul-de-sac. Getting snowed in and discovering things we liked about each other. Getting snowed in and discovering ways we liked to irritate each other.