Excuse me, Could I please have some Spring?

Cabin Fever. Stir Crazy. Oh My God! These are very common words out of my mouth these days. Today is March 20th, the first day of spring and while I'm sure that this is true somewhere, I'm looking out my window at a yard full of snow and a thermometer that says 30. A month ago I found myself saying to strangers in the supermarket, "Isn't it great to see the sun! It doesn't even matter how cold it is...as long as there is sun". Then, two weeks ago I could be heard saying "Just imagine how great it will be when we get back in the 30's. 30 will actual feel warm compared to this!" Well guess what? It's 30 and it's cold and I'm crabby.

Mack and I just finished filling little plastic Easter eggs with goodies for an Easter egg hunt that we were invited to take part in on Sunday morning. I bought the boys the cutest little Easter outfits this year with great hopes of having plenty of Kodak moments of them carrying their blue satin trimmed wicker baskets in a race to collect the most eggs. Instead I now know I will get to see them in the same dingy snowsuits I've been looking at all winter and they'll probably still have their jammies on underneath. In my crankiness I'll probably give them plastic Target bags instead of the baskets to collect their Easter eggs with. Ok, so that's not true but it tells you my frame of mind right now. I'll be sure to post some pictures on Sunday so those of you living where spring has actually sprung can see what I'm talking about.

We choose to live here. Sometimes I need to be reminded why. The best reminder usually comes on that first perfect late spring/early summer day when the sky is the bluest blue you can imagine and there is not a cloud to be found. When the breeze is warm and you invite it to blow across your face. When you know that hot dogs and potato salad are what's for dinner and that there will be a long walk around the "circle" with the whole family, and probably half of the neighborhood, before settling down for the night. When bedtime whispers turn to talk about what we'll do tomorrow knowing that there are more options than there is time. We live here because it's home.