Goodbye Winter, You Miserable Bitch

Hello Spring, I've been waiting for you. Not in a creepy, wearing a face mask in a dark alley kind of way, but more of a shipwrecked and treading water, waiting for a life boat way. I'm so happy you're finally here. But I've got to tell you, for your first day . . . well, wrong foot. Snow? Cold? Wind? No thank you.

Just so you and I can get off on the right foot, I thought maybe we could lay down some ground rules. Come to an agreement of sorts. First, what I expect from you: No more below freezing temps. No wretched winds that make the weather people use that nasty word "windchill." If it could only rain in the middle of the night when I am not trying to run and walk through a crowded Walmart parking lot with an 18 month old, super.

Because I don't want our little agreement to be completely without consideration, here's what I promise you. I will not complain about you (even when all my floors are covered with mud day after day). I will profess my undying love for you, your sister Summer, and your 2nd cousin fall. It's only that bitch of a stepmother, Winter, that I can't stand. I also promise to come outside every day and show my love by running, walking, biking and whatever else I can think of.

Deal?