Normally I'm not one that waits with baited breath till the weather man starts talking about Spring, but this year it's different. I don't know if I became a wimp in the 2 years that we were in Maryland or if I'm just getting soft in my old age but I am so tired of winter this year! I'm tired of taking the time to put on a coat, the extra 20 minutes that it takes to get the kids into all their winter gear, and don't get me started on the gas bills. . . Not to mention that this year we seem to have had more than our fair share of bugs going through the house. Everyone has been sick at least twice this winter. I've been blaming it on moving and the new germs in the area, and Moose being in school for the first time. Although the demon we are dealing with right now is teeth! Munchkin is cutting 1 and 2 of her molars are all coming in right now, making for one unhappy little girl. All I can say is thank heavens for Baby Advil and her attachment to her pink burpies. With their help she is still taking naps and sleeping through the night (for the most part). But I am happy to report that her behavior at the gym has improved and I have not been paged because of her crying in almost a week now. Yay!!!!!!!!!
I have always loved spring, as soon as the rainy part of it is over that is. There is Easter to look forward to and all the chocolate that goes with it, and General Conference of course. This year I feel like I have more to look forward to. Our new neighborhood has a number of parks and a lot of sidewalks for Moose to ride his tricycle on (of course he needs to learn how to pedal first, but I'll worry about that later.
I don't know how others feel about this, but the Easter season always gives me a sense of hope, a general uplifting feeling. It's a time in our Church when we especially focus on the Savior and on the sacrifice that he made for all of us. It gives me comfort to know that because of his sacrifice we can all be reunited with the ones that we love, and reunited with our Father in Heaven when our time here is over. For some that time comes too soon, but the blow is always softened by knowing that we will see our loved ones again, that they are never really gone, they are just not in our present.
