As a ski-bum-at-heart, I love the winter. After one of the most brutal ones in recent memory, yesterday I got a taste of spring and welcomed the 50 degree weather and dreamt of shorts, flip flops, and barbecues with friends. Today, 8 inches of fresh snow. So much from spring. Regardless, watching it fall this morning made me think of a few things: Every sunrise is like God painting a watercolor for us to wake up to. My dogs are great alarm clocks. Somehow my Tim Horton’s coffee doesn’t taste the same as when they make it. I should take my dad out to lunch. Correction, I want to take my dad out to lunch. My problems are someone else’s blessings. Be thankful. When was the last time I truly did something nice and unexpected for someone and why don’t I do that more often? How can I use my talents for a higher good? Thank God I have a snowblower. My chiropractor must miss me. I am not where I thought I would be, and that is okay. Coffee tastes better when it is in a mug you love. I need to buy more creamer.