I’m from Tennessee. We don’t know what snow is - if the forecasters mention it, there’s city-wide panic and a sudden bread and milk shortage.

I’ve read books about snow. I have imagined it and seen pictures in magazines. The first time we snowshoed this year, we were supposed to have 20 inches by the end of the day. I grinned the entire time, open-mouthed at the new world I found myself in. My husband kept asking if I was ok, and all I could say was, ‘I’m in Narnia!’

I cannot wrap my head around the idea that we live here. We LIVE here! We ski! I am still full of wonder at things people consider normal.

And I intend to stay that way.