I love winter. Up until the last month or so. Then my heart, mind, and body prepare for the very best season of all. Spring. I am a bona-fide spring junkie. Today was the first time this year that I got the springy dingy feeling.
I’m going to get carried away in this post. Consider yourself warned.
Today was an unexpected delight. After last night’s terrific thunder storms, I figured it might be kind of warm. But when I stepped outside this morning–oh my gosh. Bliss. And there is no better bliss than the kind that catches you off guard.
I loved seeing those super white, chubby, little legs dangling out of the first shorts of the season. Those little that have been hiding under layers of fleece for months came out to be kissed by the sun (and mama) today. Exposed arms and faces soaking up the natural vitamin d those bodies have been craving.
A first real exploration of the outdoors for Maxine. Crawling around. Do I like the feeling of grass on my knees? Do I hate it? Oh, right-right, I’m mama’s daughter. I love it. I think. Maybe.
Evie pushing the limits of her comfort zone. And. Wandering into the back yard by herself. Crouching down to squish leaves and mud.
Rebecca arching her head back to feel that honest to goodness spring breeze on her beautiful face.
Me with a permagrin watching my girls fall in love with spring. Me falling in love with my girls falling in love.
Long walks in the stroller with Wally trotting along beside. And sometimes in front of the stroller. That’s a mistake Wally.
Open windows. Ceiling fans circulating the beautiful spring air into the house and the stale winter air out. At least that is what I picture happening.
Dirty feet. There is nothing better than dirty feet. There is a direct correlation between how dirty you are and how much fun you had.
Little reddish buds on all the trees waiting to burst open into that young green in just a few short weeks.
A little chipmunk darted in front of us while we were lounging on the lawn. Like 1 foot in front of us. Okay, well that part kind of sucked because I don’t like rodents.
But mostly today promised me so many things. Of the long daylight hours. Of the summer nights with trips to creamy stand–Maxine can have her first soft serve this year. Today promised me that our world would soon be exploding with green. That the daffodils that opened today are just the first of many flowers to come. It promised scraped knees and bee stings and all of the rights of the rights of childhood passage. It promised us long hours at the park. And swimming. Lots of swimming (I considered pulling the kiddie pool out of the cellar but vetoed myself since I was the only adult here).
We were promised the endless summer–like the ones that turned me into the insane springy ding dong loving gal that I am today.
Enjoy the spring!