“Damn, I hate winter,” I said, sighing.
“Really? You’re already starting with the damn-I-hate-winter stuff? It’s only the beginning of December!” my husband replied, looking exasperated.
“I know, I know. But it’s just so…ugly. And cold. And long. Why does winter have to last three times longer than any other season?”
“Well, technically, it doesn’t. In fact, it hasn’t even started yet. It’s still fall.”
“I don’t care what the calendar says. It’s cold. It’s grey. There are no leaves on the trees and there’s snow on the ground. It’s winter.“
“Fine. It’s winter. But since we live in Indiana, you’re just going to have to get used to it. Suck it up, babycakes.”
“I wish we could move farther south.”
“We already did. Remember how much worse the weather in Michigan was?”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. But I’m talking really far south. Somewhere palm trees grow. Did I tell you about the job posting I saw the other day? It was for a shop in Tampa.”
“Please tell me you didn’t apply.”
“Why? Wouldn’t you like to live near the ocean?”
“Amber, we’ve already discussed this. We have a nice life here. We have friends, a nice house, good jobs… I don’t want to start over again.”
“Fine. You’re right. But…”
“Promise me I’ll have a palm tree in my front yard someday.”
“That I can promise.”
A few hours later…
“Amber put your shoes on.”
“I have something I want you to see outside. Come on.”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. But this better be worth it. It’s cold out there.”
“It will be, I promise. But first, close your eyes.”
“What? Are you crazy? I’ll fall on my face.”
“No you won’t. I’ve got you. Close ‘em.”
“Okay, fine. Lead the way.”
“Thank you. Watch out for the step…this way.”
“How far are you taking me?”
“Just out into the street. Okay, let me turn you around…now open your eyes!”
And ever since, I've had palm trees in my front yard, all winter long.
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