What is your favorite season of year? Why?

My Favorite Season of the Year? That’s Like Asking Me to Pick My Favorite Child!

If you ask me what my favorite season of the year is, I’m going to disappoint you because I honestly can’t pick just one. That’s like asking me to choose my favorite dessert, favorite vacation, or favorite Reese’s holiday shape. It’s just not happening.

Every season brings something special, and I’ve collected enough memories in all four of them to love each one for different reasons.

Winter is magical because it’s Christmas season. I love everything about it—the decorations, the lights, the music, and especially the family time. There’s nothing better than heading to the mountains, hoping for snow, drinking hot chocolate, going ice skating, snow skiing, and then ending the day sitting by a fire.

And when the adults are gathered around that fire with their favorite spirits, well… that’s when the real entertainment begins.

That’s when the stories start.

Stories that should probably stay in the family.

Stories that somehow always end with everyone laughing so hard they can’t breathe while someone says, “Now wait a minute, that’s not exactly how it happened!”

Those are my favorite kinds of nights.

Then comes Spring.

The flowers start blooming, everything turns green again, and suddenly life feels fresh and hopeful. Easter arrives, the weather is perfect, and everyone starts migrating back outdoors like we’re bears waking up from hibernation.

It’s river season.

It’s porch season.

It’s sitting on the pier season.

It’s beach trip season.

The air just feels lighter, and everything seems possible again.

Then there’s Summer.

Lord have mercy.

Summer is basically a full-time job.

We’re at the pool, on the river, on the boat, at the beach condo, or cooking out somewhere. If you can’t find us, look near water.

We’re making memories, laughing, swimming, eating way too much, and collecting enough material to blackmail each other for years.

This is also when I collect what I call my “Google Receipts.”

You know—the pictures.

The screenshots.

The evidence.

The proof that somebody did something ridiculous.

Summer is filled with one-liners, eye rolls, people showing up by boat, people showing up by truck, random visitors stopping by because they know exactly where we’ll be.

At the pool.

On the pier.

Near the food.

And somehow there always seems to be a cooler nearby too.

Funny how that works.

Then comes Fall.

Oh, I love Fall.

Halloween.

Costume parties.

Football.

Cooler nights.

Leaves falling.

Fire pits roaring.

Music playing.

Friends gathered around with their favorite drinks in hand.

Fall just feels cozy.

But the absolute best part?

Thanksgiving at the beach.

Now that’s my happy place.

For over 25 years, we’ve spent Thanksgiving week at the beach with our friends from Georgia.

It’s become one of my favorite traditions.

Every year we do the same things:

Drink.

Play cards.

Shop.

Eat.

Laugh.

Play golf.

Lay out.

Drink.

Shop some more.

Eat again.

Laugh until we cry.

And did I mention drink?

Somehow, no matter how many years pass, we never run out of stories, jokes, or reasons to laugh.

Those trips have given us some of the best memories of our lives, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

So what’s my favorite season?

The answer is yes.

Winter gives me Christmas.

Spring gives me hope.

Summer gives me adventure.

Fall gives me traditions.

And every season gives me exactly what I love most—family, friends, laughter, memories, and a few stories that probably shouldn’t be repeated in public.

So if you need me, I’ll be somewhere enjoying whatever season we’re in… preferably near water, food, family, and a beverage in my hand.

Because that’s what every good season has in common.