It happens every year. Seasons change. Some years it seems to happen more slowly than others. This year, there are no green leaves on the trees in our Easter egg hunt photos. Last year, the trees were full. This winter has seemed unbearably long.
But today? Today it’s going to be 80 degrees. I celebrate.
I celebrate by taking a walk on my break at work. I celebrate by wearing a knee-length skirt with butterflies on it that I’ve had for (literally) 10 years, bare legs, and flats. I celebrate by rolling my windows down, turning the radio up, and singing loudly (and badly) on my way to work. I celebrate by feeling the warmth on the back of my neck while I’m standing outside. I celebrate by smiling at strangers more. I celebrate by taking my time, taking deep breaths, and taking the boys for wagon rides.
Spending evenings at the park.
Grilling out and enjoying a picnic. Going for frozen yogurt at bedtime. We celebrate.
Some people like the snow. Some people say the Christmas season is the most wonderful time of the year. I say right now is. This is my favorite. I need to live somewhere that has weather like this year round. I feel such a sense of promise and anticipation. Knowing that we have a summer full of fun ahead of us before the weather changes for the worse again.
I’m happy. That doesn’t mean life is perfect, but it feels pretty damn close right now. I’m happy. My favorite time of year. Time to celebrate!