60°F on February 1st! Who ever heard of such a thing? Out the door, boys!
We dug in the dirt. We ran circles around each other in the backyard. We went down mostly-dry slides at the park. We squealed, giddy as toddlers on a bowl of ice cream, and drank in long, long breaths of fresh air.
“It’s February 1st,” my mother had said earlier that day. “As far as I’m concerned, that means winter is over. We’re on the downhill side.”
I like the way you think Mom!
And I like the day you made, God. It’s amazing how a solid afternoon of outdoor play can change a person’s whole outlook. THANK YOU!