In Western Pennsylvania, we don't have those bright blue sky and sunshine winters. Those are the winters I dream about. You know, the places where you wake up and are met with sun sparkling off the freshly fallen snow? Nope, not us. Our winter seems to last almost half the year when you live through it, though the internet says it's merely "3.1". And the majority of those days are dreary, dark and gray. Often it feels like a season to just be endured.
I still remember telling my husband that the kids and I were going to do the 1000 Hours Outside challenge and be outside for 1000 hours in one year. His eyes widened and he quickly cautioned me to lower my goal (He has plenty of experience with me and my overly ambitious goals). But I didn't waiver. He said "Okay..." His uncertainty brought out my stubbornness. Before I could change my mind...
