celebrating the first day of spring.

If there's any day that deserves to be celebrated, it's the first day of spring. Especially when you live in a place where it's actually warm enough to go for a walk and eat frozen yogurt outside. (Sorry to all my friends back home. I promise I'm not trying to make you feel bad.)

Tony was nice enough to skip floor hockey on Friday to celebrate with me. We got frozen yogurt and ate it sitting outside, people watching. And then people watched me take a photo of my empty container ;) (And then I carried the empty container home, so I could take another photo in front of a white wall, in case I didn't like how the photo against the grey wall turned out. And Tony didn't even laugh at me, which is how I know I'm marrying the right guy.)

I'm thinking celebrating the first day of spring might turn into a tradition for our family. (How weird is it that I'm in a place in my life where I'm imagining traditions with possible future kids?!)

P.S. Last year's celebration, a poem, and a quote.