It feels like it should be Friday

The weather is BEE-OOO-tiful!  We woke this morning shortly before 6am with Eliza to find the air a soft 54 degrees.  Lovely.  I had asked permission to leave the window open a little to try to keep our room cooler, and was happily surprised by the smell of spring wafting past our curtains.  Days like these are gems!  After the cold and snow, the dry air, the bitter wind, a soft and gentle breeze bringing warm temperatures is like a kiss from heaven.  It may sound cheesy, but it's true!

Days like these, really, make me ready for all sorts of things.  I want to take walks and bike rides, read a good book by an open window, drink lemonade or fruity limeades from Sonic.  I start thinking about summer activities with the youth and the things out of doors I can do with Eliza.  This spring, as she's bigger and mobile, I look forward to taking her outside and letting her play (though our yard could really use some work.)  Days like today, well, they should just be Fridays, shouldn't they?  They are so full of hope and expectation, you feel like the wide-open weekend is just around the corner!  (Though, who's ever heard of a wide-open weekend when you're an adult?)

Spring was always my favorite season growing up.  It hasn't been until recent years that I've grown to appreciate the respite winter gives us from summer's oppressive heat and to feel that every season has it's place.  I loved spring for it's mild weather, thunderstorms and rain, the delicate green that began to haze the branches of trees and bushes and the grass on the ground.  I loved the wet, black roads and the dark, gray skies that meant the transition from cold to warm.  I almost feel like I'll see them tomorrow.

But today is Thursday.  And I don't mind: I like Thursdays.  I usually take the morning, if I can, to study during Eliza's nap or do quiet things like this, blogging.  I have my ladies' Bible study in the afternoon, and if she's available, one of the high school girls come over and we talk about the Bible.  It's not exactly a day of rest, because somewhere in there is a frantic dash of cleaning and an effort to get dinner done and cleaned up before the evening commences.  But I do like Thursdays.  Tomorrow won't be the same; it will be more chill, and it's a busy day.  But right now, life feels pretty good!