• Spencer and I making up random “field trips” as the cool, damp winter blossoms into spring.
• Getting Rita’s, a popular Italian ice chain ’round these parts, with my sister. It closes for the cold weather months and emerges when the sun returns, bringing with it delicious custard to help expand my waistline. (And I love every minute of it.) We zip over there when we’re feeling bored and looking for “adventure,” which translates to a 10-minute drive to an outdoor stand at 8 p.m. It’s usually us and 10,000 high schoolers with nothing else to do. Ah, yes — Friday nights.
• Baseball games with Dad. Whether we’re rootin’ for the Nats or the Blue Crabs, Southern Maryland’s own team, nothing beats watching a game with a giant funnel cake in my lap.
(Why are many of my spring memories related to food?)
• Easter and chocolate bunnies and dying colorful, sparkly eggs.
• Planning the year’s vacations. (Spencer and I have selected our big trip — full details coming tomorrow!)
• Coke Slurpees. Nothing beats the heat better on a 90-degree day.
• Feeling sublimely grateful for blue skies and the ability to break out my flip-flops.
. . . And feeling sublimely grateful to be here, enjoying these tender moments.