Today we broke out.
It is a rare 65 degree day. In January. In Nebraska. And we opened up the windows of this house like it was our job. The freshness of air imploded in through the window screens with a breathless poof. Shaking the dust off of the wintery feeling inside this house and grazing over our dry, cold skin with spring scented warmth.
We left the windows open and ran outside.
We dipped our toes in the invisible beginnings of where Spring must be secretly growing. Growing and waiting, just a few more weeks. We're sure of it. It's coming.
And when I say "we ran," I mean all of us. Because Teebs is a real walker now.
He lumbers around with a solid purpose, each step is a plan and each plan is going to methodically take him where he wants to go.
I know it's still weeks away, even months, and there are blizzards to come and fingers to warm. But today, we broke out.
The house breathed a sigh of relief behind us through the open windows and we really didn't look back.
The past few days I've been in a funk. An antsy funk. A kind of funk when I slump over across an armrest and whine in long drawn out slimy words to Tom, "I'm booooooooored." A funk where I'm 12 years old again waiting for someone to entertain me and tell me what to do. Because there's noooooothing to do and everything is booooooring.
Thankfully, mother nature heard my cries and answered a sweet, savory answer.
Brightness. Sun piercing through wafting clouds. Enough warmth that when you're wearing a t-shirt and a sweater and walking briskly you can almost, almost taste the salty scent of sweat.
Brightness, nature answered my whines with brightness.
Right now the boys are restlessly jostling around in their beds. Usually, it's nap time. But the windows are still open and a breeze is still breezing and this house is still imploding with freshness, and the boys, they know it's out there.
A Spring Preview broke out of the crusty ice of winter, just enough to tease us. The forecast for this week is still nice, but temperatures are dropping and moisture will come I'm sure. Today is just a preview, a small snapshot for us to break out of the house into. But Spring is coming, eventually, and we know it, and we're ready.
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