Watching my little Major discover his first Spring will go down as one of my favorite parts of our first year together.
Something in me lays dormant over the winter. Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays as much as anyone, and there is definitely something to be said about cozying up in side around a fire while it’s cold outside. But I am a summer girl in my soul, and each Spring I feel like “ah, there you are. I have been lost without you.”
This week I have kept the schedule as light as possible and have spent the majority of the time (not folding laundry) playing outside, swinging on the porch, bouncing on the trampoline, taking a few extra walks, going for drives with the windows down. This is the mom I hope my kids remember the most – springtime mom. Not ornery, cooped-up winter-mom that hangs around in January.
It’s 70 degrees outside and I feel like… myself.
God bless spring!