How do you feel about cold weather?

For the longest time, I was all about that perfect 70-degree weather. Not too hot, not too cold—just right. I think living in Southern California for over a decade definitely spoiled me. Sunshine almost year-round, light breezes, and not having to check the weather app constantly? I didn’t realize how much I took that for granted until we moved.

Spring and fall have always been my favorites, with their soft transitions and golden light. But something’s shifted in recent years… I’ve learned to really love cold weather.

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m not talking about freezing temps that make your face hurt. I know exactly how that feels, as I also experienced harsh winters living in the outskirts of Chicago for a bit. The kind where your eyelashes freeze, your fingers go numb in seconds, and you’re questioning all your life choices the minute you step outside? Yeah, not a fan.

But the right kind of cold? The kind that makes you want to wrap yourself in a fuzzy blanket, sip something warm, and slow everything down? That kind of cold has really grown on me.

Winter has become our downtime. After spending spring, summer, and fall constantly out and about—exploring, going on weekend adventures, soaking in the world—winter gives us permission to pause. It’s the season where my little family and I fully embrace being homebodies. We draw, play video games, watch movies, and just enjoy each other’s company while the snow falls softly outside the window. It’s peaceful, comforting, and honestly kind of magical.

Driving in the snow, though? That’s still not my favorite. But the cozy memories we make indoors always make up for it.

Funny how things change over time. I used to chase the sun, and now I find myself welcoming the cold. The summer heat that I once loved now wears me out. It drains me more than it energizes me. Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s life evolving—or maybe I’ve just learned to find beauty in stillness.

So, how do I feel about cold weather now? I feel grateful for it. Grateful for the slow moments, the calm, the warmth of home, and the love we wrap ourselves in—literally and figuratively—each winter.