As I went about my Saturday routine of grocery shopping, laundry, and cleaning, I found a little spring in my step.
The only traces of last week's snowstorm are the snow mountains that dot the parking lots and the clumps of grass and dirt from the roadway that accidentally found their way in front of the snowplows and are now haphazardly laying in people's yards.
As I was tidying up my desk in Ethan's-bedroom-turned-my-office, I opened the window a crack to let in the sun rays and the freshness of the spring-like air.
I heard my husband tinkering with his Jeep, preparing for that riding-with-the-top-down kind of day.
Tonight I plan to grill burgers, hopefully toasting winter's departure.
I feel it.
I feel the change of the seasons today. I feel the promise of spring.
I hope Mother Nature doesn't let me down.
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