Well, hello spring! So nice to have you back.We spent most of our weekend outside, enjoying the deliciously warm sunshine. We've been falling into bed at night, dog-tired and sun-kissed. Sam, overhearing his dad and I talking about planting, has been eagerly poking holes in the ground and scattering dirt about, doing his own version of planting. We've been sorting seeds and getting ready to set up our indoor garden so we can hit the ground running when the weather is warm enough.
Sam has an eagle eye for spotting flowers and loves giving them to me; he equates giving me flowers with being an adult. Once he was telling me about what he was going to do when he was a man (that's how he says it); the list included, "going to Idaho to build stuff, driving a truck, and giving Mom flowers." I love observing what he picks up from us as crucial "grown up" acts. I think he's off to a good start, if he thinks giving flowers is one of the defining tasks of manhood.
One of the wonderful things about the warm weather is that as long as we're outside, the kids are are happy. All I have to do is lay out a blanket and everyone's happy as little larks. I even got some reading and writing done, which was icing on the cake. What about you? Has spring come calling yet, or are you still waiting?