A Sign of Spring

I was up and out of bed before the boys this morning, a rarity in our house in which I have a well deserved reputation as a anti-morning person.

As I sipped my coffee in the kitchen, I heard the soft sound of chirping outside. I was convinced I was hearing things and walked to the windows leading to the backyard to listen closely. The birds were, indeed chirping. Spring may very well have arrived in our frozen neck of the woods.

I went upstairs to wake the boys. After I wrangled them all downstairs, I slid open the back door so we could all listen and watch. Aidan, Brennan, Griffin and I stood in our pjs with the door open wide and just enjoyed the first warmth of spring. The birds whistled and flew. The grass peeked through melting snow. Aidan even pointed out the buds growing on tree branches.

It will probably snow tomorrow, but for a moment this morning, we all really believed spring was here.