I don't even know how warm it was yesterday and today. Somewheres around 45 degrees. Warm enough to shed the jackets, and even shed the sweaters for a moment. There is but one word to describe such a condition:
Part of it is just breathing air that isn't either:
a)outside air that freezes the lining of your nostrils, or
b)recycled inside air that you have been exhaling and then breathing in for approximately 3 months.
Part of it is taking a walk and letting the kids splash in puddles and run around. Yes, running full speed on the melting ice, which happens to include slipping and doing full-blown belly flops or butt-plops on the ice... multiple times. (That's what we call deep sensory input, baby. It's all good)
It's all-around a God-ordained, beautiful, needed, right-about-when-I-thought-I-would-die-from-the-cold, breath of fresh air.
This afternoon, Ava sang on the way to the car, "It's SPRIIIING!!!"
It's February 1. Tomorrow it's cold again. Not Spring.
And herein lies the Minnesota conundrum. We love days like this, but it makes us want things that are, um... like...
4 months away.