I grew up in Kansas and, like Oklahoma, the weather is unpredictable. So really, I have only myself to blame for sitting at my desk later in the week freezing while wearing a short-sleeved shirt. By Thursday afternoon, I was missing those sweaters and sweatshirts I had so gingerly placed in plastic totes and stored in my garage.
It’s a problem I have at the change of each season, so you would think I would someday learn.
To be perfectly honest, I get the most excited about the arrival of spring. I was married in the spring. Outdoors even. I was surrounded by nature and warm sunshine. And I prayed for weeks that there would be no rain, since I didn’t have a Plan B. I wore a strapless dress and wanted to wear flip flops. However, mom’s protest in the matter won over my desire for informal footwear.
I know soon I’ll be soaking up real spring sun. And I’m not backing down from my short-sleeved spring fling — no matter how cold I get.