The Gift of Spring

I know spring is coming. It can’t be far away, after all this is March. Surely the groundhog’s shadow is only good for a few more days (weeks?)

This winter has been the snowiest on record for this area since 1978. (I looked out the window while I was typing this and it’s snowing…again!) That was the year that students went to school one day after Christmas then missed the rest of January due to snow. My boys haven’t missed that much, but they have missed enough that it’s going to be late in the year before they get out for summer vacation.

I know I am not the only one yearning for spring. I hear it in the voices of my Facebook friends, especially those who have been cooped up in the house with little children all winter.  Believe me, I remember what that is like. It seems like the weather will never be warm enough to let them outside to play. It feels like there always be snow on the ground. That someone will always have the sniffles, a fever, or an upset stomach.

And then one day the snow melts. The sun shines. The daffodils bloom.  You notice the tiny leaves have begun to appear on the willow tree. The grass turns green and begins to need mowing. Winter is finally over and another spring has begun.

Everything is colorful and seems to be growing right before your very eyes.

Even kids.

Especially kids!