I do believe we are making our way into Spring.
Never mind that it is a cloudy, gray day today and that tomorrow we are supposed to get snow.
I am ready for sunshine and warmth.
I told Dean of what I was dreaming of: eighty degree weather, sandy bare feet, kicking back and relaxing with a book, the sound of waves crashing, being able to go into the grocery store in my bathing suit and not look odd.
"I have an idea," he said. "I will heat up both our hot packs and put them under the covers at your feet. Then it will feel like 80 degrees. You can put on your swimsuit if you want."