It's warm outside.
71 degrees to be exact.
The big kids came bursting through the door after school, red faced, and out of breath. They ran straight for the fridge to get a cup of water and they actually smelled sweaty. Ethan had worn a hoodie sweatshirt to school today and said "Oh man, I'm gonna die! I am so hot!!" They quickly changed into tee shirts and shorts and my heart almost leaped out of my chest.
I dug through the freezer and found some Otter Pops that had survived the end of summer and through the winter and still remained, un-eaten. They were covered in that yummy freezer burned ice, but the kids didn't care. To them they tasted like Heaven. Devin has been wearing his Lightening McQueen bathing suit all day, just in case I actually agreed to let him play in the water hose. It may be warm, but it's sure isn't THAT warm yet.
They played outside and drank juice boxes until it was time for homework and ballet. I know this good weather isn't going to last, because it's only March 14th and winter here has a way of showing it's ugly face off and on through the end of April. But for now we are soaking in every second of it, as if it's a tender mercy from God.