The Difference A Week Makes

Last Sunday we woke up to falling snow. (Because that's what happens when we celebrate Easter in March.) Unfortunately, it didn't accumulate beyond the initial dusting, so there were no snow people or even snow angels this year -- the kids were soooo very excited and then soooo very disappointed -- but it did make for some darn fun frolicking outside before getting dressed for church.

This weekend we turned our clocks ahead. Besides the temperature being much warmer than it has been (so much so that I went barefoot in the house for the first time since I Can't Remember When), just having an extra hour of daylight this evening has made me feel like a new woman already. Well, that and the fact that I'm finally joining the gym here. (It took me four months after Jack was born to get into the gym in Cyprus, but Sophie turned two years old in February. It's, umm, about time.) Okay, that and the emergency pedicure I gave myself after the shock of seeing my neglected, winterized toenails in the glow of the late afternoon sun.

In more ways than one, I feel like I'm coming out of hibernation.