Always Winter But Never Christmas*

I think May is kind of magical. It's before June, thus triggering the excited anticipation of my birthday. It's Spring, but the weather and temperature are often more Summer-like which means more time outside and more sunshine during the day.

Except for this year.

I know, weather changes. Some years are rainier than others. Some are warmer. It's normal to have shifts.

But this year? This year is straight up insane.

It's been cold and rainy and overcast for days. Let me write that last word the way it actually feels:

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyysssssssssssssssssssssss.

We're all still wearing jackets and socks instead of short sleeves and flip-flops. The boys want to play outside, but it's too cold. What am I saying? We ALL want to play outside.

Every Winter I tell myself, "Spring will be here soon. You can make it through the cold. Just don't think about it too much." I imagine that people who are claustrophobic talk themselves down in a similar way, "It's okay. You'll be out of this tiny little airplane soon. Don't think about the fact that the windows don't open and that there's no air in here."

I really hope Spring shows up soon.

*Anybody know where the title comes from?