It snowed on the first day of Spring.
When I left to take Kyle to school last Friday, I thought that I saw some flurries in the air. "But it's the first day of Spring," I thought.
Though it was cold that day, earlier in the week we had basked in a few sunny days with temperatures near 60. I don't really mind the cold in January and February, and I do like snow, but it's the end of March, and I thought that Spring had really come.
Monday it didn't even reach 35, but it was a deceptively sunny day. The rest of the week doesn't look much better. I'll have to take the sun as the promise that seasons are changing and warmer days are ahead.
After a long afternoon of running around, I came home to find the sunlight streaming through the glass in my back door. I grabbed my laptop and sat against the window right in the path of the sun. The warmth quickly soaked in through my shirt. Had I not known that it was downright blustery outside -- 40 degrees and windy -- I would have truly believed that Spring had sprung.
Amanda came downstairs asking for help on her homework, so I convinced her to come sit with me. It had the same effect on her as it did on me. It was warm -- not just physically, but emotionally as well. It calmed us and cheered us.