There is a certain temperature that does something to my blood. Around 70 degrees Fahrenheit, my blood starts to bubble, like pink Champagne and everything in me dances, and I have smiles for the stranger and patience for my children.
Today was a sun day, a magic day, a 70 degree day and nothing could spoil it. I watched the phlebotomist draw real red from my 21 month old’s arm, and I smiled big the whole time, excited to find answers to low iron and happy to be squeezing him tight, and melted by his crying “WHY!?” in the middle.
If that’s not a positive attitude, then paint me purple and call me Steve.
After the lab visit I went to the store for bananas and purchased a saints worth of perennials. I spent my Love Day planting Bleeding Hearts and Asters and wondering what a Hosta will actually look like. I did my fair share of weeding as well, but even weeding seems romantic when the sun sets on the prickly grass. Finally, my husband had to call me in to the house, in to the laundry piles and the sippy cup sprinkles and I didn’t mind the mess but I did make chicken salad sandwiches…with extra relish.
Today was a day for relishing.
And now I can’t move because my back hurts and I blame my Bleeding Hearts but I don’t hold it against them.
Yesterday Sheldon threw a baseball and hit me in the nose/teeth, and my teeth still hurt and I’m thinking they might fall out, but for tonight they’re still here, and I’m still eating brownies.
I’m thinking I should have taken pictures of my yard, and the sun, and the leaves, and the snail commune I found under the mystery bush…but I was too busy living with dirty fingernails and mud to be bothered…besides, I had some on reserve for just a day like today, all pink and abundant.
I have a message for my Winter Locked Friends who wonder if it will be always winter. I have a message!
SPRING IS COMING! I have seen it in the shadows, and felt it on my skin! Take heart! Have faith! And start browsing seed catalogues and shaving your legs, because it won’t be long now.