Like clockwork, the arrival of March also marks the arrival of my all-consuming spring fever.
I am so sick of coats and layers.
I am so sick of snow boots and sweaters and gloves.
I am so sick of inside days and bone chilling winds.
I miss sunshine and flowers and days spent on the front porch swing.
I spent 45 minutes browsing shades of yellow paint for our front door today. I caught myself gazing longingly at the maxi dresses tucked away at the back of my closet.
I'm so over you, winter.
So completely over you.
24 long, agonizing days until we find out who has set up shop in my uterus.
Boy or Girl