As I look back over nearly a year of proclamations of gratitude, I note that spring and summer and fall each earned excitement. Beautiful seasons, each one of them. And then there’s winter. I have a hard, harder, hardest time being grateful for winter. I remember too many years of cars not starting, sliding off the road, tow trucks, and oops-a-daisy falls. But if this year has taught me anything, it’s that there is ALWAYS something to be grateful for in each challenging aspect of life. Ta-da! I am grateful that winter provides contrast. How did I do?