I’m so sorry, did you say something? I don’t mean to be rude, but it’s hard to hear over the sound of these birds chirping. Now that signs of spring have arrived, I’m skipping around my house, opening windows and twirling around like some kind of Disney princess (minus the brood of helpful animal butlers), and making lists of all the spring activities for kids that my family will be enthusiastically partaking in. Seriously, I’m not sure what’s better, the arrival of spring after long winter months, or the arrival of my first baby after long pregnant months. OK, perhaps that’s an exaggeration, but the arrival of spring is right up there with a new Beyoncé video, or a new Starbucks drink, or Hemsworth brother movie — it means so much to my life, guys.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of sweatpants too, so I’m down to cozy up during the winter, but I totally get how the clouds and cold weather can take their toll after long enough. There’s a reason why my partner and I have opted to live somewhere with four distinct seasons. Spring isn’t even my favorite one (for the record, that would be fall) but still, its arrival is still very much worth celebrating. Gone (for now) are the days of sloshy sidewalks and frigid wind chills; We’re now starting to see flower buds and the occasional sun break. And if you're anything like me, here's what your inner monologue is like on this glorious days: