Like A Breath Of Fresh Air
I woke up this morning happy for many reasons. It’s Friday. I didn’t oversleep. Mr. Mimi is coming home from a business trip today. And, it is FINALLY the first day of spring.
I heart spring.
I love teaching about seeds and plants and having all kinds of things growing around my room.
I love that my friends are still cute, but old enough to be almost completely indpenednet in our classroom.
I love starting to pull out my spring clothes and retiring wooly sweaters.
I love open toed shoes.
I love that it is still light outside when I come home.
I love long walks.
I love March Madness. (Somewhere Mr. Mimi is reading this and thinking, “liar!” And he’s right, I really love the beer and wings.)
I love it all.
I got out of bed, started the shower and looked out the window.
IT WAS SNOWING. A LOT.
WTF? Aren’t we done with this?
Ok, yes, I did celebrate the snow just a few short weeks ago when our school was gifted with a snow day. But now? Enough is enough.
So I put away my cute sleeveless top and pulled out a wooly sweater. Boo.
When I got to school, we talked about how crazy it was that it snowed on the first day of spring. And I was all set to regale my little friends with my I Hate Snow speech when one of them raised their hand.
“Mrs. Mimi, I think it snowed today because the snow wanted to say good bye to us for another year.”
“Oooo…I agree! I think he (not sure why “snow” is a boy, but whatever) wanted to play with us one more time.”
“I think the snow was crying, because winter is over and it’s not his turn anymore.”
And just like that, my day got better.
(I know, a fairly shmultzy post coming from yours truly, but I thought we could all do with a little cute to get us through the rest of March!)