Winter People

"Well, you know we're all Winter people", my husband said to me recently. I had been on some rant or another about how everyone in this family is so emotional and volatile and dramatic and depressive and sensitive, etc. etc. (It was one of those days.) "What the hell does that mean?" I asked. He told me that people with winter birthdays are something like twice as likely to commit suicide as "summer people". There are all kinds of other sad statistics, too. But, I found this information so oddly comforting. It all made sense. Science and figures and statistics...I can accept that stuff so much easier than the emotions streaming out of of every pore of every member of my little nuclear family. October, November, December, January. That's us. Winter people, indeed. Believe it or not, this is all the prelude to a happy ending. Like I said, I take comfort in that somehow. We get each other; there's that. You lucky summer sons of bitches (whom there are many of that I do love dearly) will just never quite relate to us of the cold weather births. And I'm glad that we all have that to share with each other, even if we all feel like stabbing each other sometimes. So, I decided this year to start celebrating our half birthdays, too. Making a big deal out of it for the kids. The purpose is mostly just for fun and to have a birthday NOT directly connected with some major holiday (we all have that going for us, too.) But also, I thought a little summer-y celebration might help balance out some of that winter inside of us. I'm hoping this space might help me to stop and look around a little bit more. Appreciate the beauty, embrace the moment, that stuff. I can be very good at it, and I can forget really easily. I'm sure I'll use this space to bitch and complain, too. And I'll try to share lots of photos. Because, I have them, I absolutely love taking them, and what the hell else am I gonna do with them?