We Love...MARCH!

Or we (mostly) have in the past! Yes, it often comes “in like a lion.” Then doesn’t always go “out like a lamb.” Still, it marks The Hope of Spring! Sometimes Easter (although not this year). The Promise of Warmer Days!

We’re craving warmth. After ELC's Sweet Hubby (aka My Sweet Husband aka MSH) and she returned from Houston last Saturday night, horrible, dangerous, terrible weather swooped in to North Central Texas Sunday afternoon. Schools in both Dallas and Fort Worth—and surrounding areas within one hundred miles or more of both—were closed. They stayed closed through Tuesday. Opened up (either on time or late-ish) on Wednesday. It started snowing at about 7:00 a.m. at ELC's place—which is two hours southeast of TLC’s—on Thursday morn. Pretty much snowed all day. This is what ELC's place looked like on Thursday around noon. She took these pictures through the glass of their back door.

Early Friday morning, via television news and radio reports, The School Bosses believed The cRaZy Weather Peeps, who were NOT creating their normal chaotic and dramatic fear during these types of “events” in Texas, and thought it would be fine to carry on as per usual.  The schools decided to be open. Turns out they should have closed. Who knew? (Not The Weather Peeps, we can assure you.) Most did eventually close early—around noon. (The rest? Those schools who dilly-dallied? They were criticized and chastized unmercifully on Facebook and Twitter!)

It started snowing at ELC’s country casa at 7:00 a.m. TLC’s snow arrived around 9:00. The next two pictures are, again, from ELC's back door. In the first one, you can see a redbird! (ELC and MSH have watched literally hundreds of birds eat at their feeders at the top of the hill behind their home for days. Though they've not been able to capture many in photos. They've seen so many Cardinals, ELC expected The Pope to make an appearance. Teeheehee. ELC and MSH watched one big FAT (there's truly no other politically correct word that fits) Bluejay try to chase all the smaller birds away. The Littles hung in and he eventually gave up. Try as she did, ELC could never get him in a picture.)

After Little Leighton’s (LL) nap yesterday, she got to go outside with her Mom and Dad and, finally, make a SNOW ANGEL!!! She’d been begging to do that for hours and days. There was never quite enough soft snow. It’d been mostly ice. Although it wasn’t totally ideal, in terms of quantity—it worked. LL adored every second of this first-time experience!

TLC and LL have had their share of struggles almost the entire month of February. LL went through almost three weeks of illness—missing school, the trip to Houston, and lots of Target outings. (Wink. Wink.) Sadly, TLC and LL have seen primarily only the walls of their home for the past two weeks. That is certainly an insufficient amount of time to maintain an acceptable level of joy—and, frankly, sanity. Trust us on this.

If you Googled “cabin fever,” we’re pretty sure they’d have a picture of TLC and LL. With tears running down their sweet faces. Please, please, PLEASE do not get them/us wrong. All Three of The Leightons are totally and truly grateful for our homes/shelter, our food, our family and friends, our vehicles, and, last, but not least, television. (Thank You, Lord, for the Disney Jr. and Food Networks. TLC did her best, however, to keep Frozen out of their DVR.) We're thankful—from the bottom of our frigid tootsies to the tops of our frosty ears. Deeply thankful. For all of our blessings. STILL...enough is enough. Seriously. (Just exactly how do people in Alaska do this hideouslychilly thing pretty much all year long? We have not one clue.)

ELC was to go spend tonight with The Other Two Leightons. She’s unable to get down her hill. It's simply too dangerous. Frighteningly solid ice. She can see the paved road at their gate from their Great Room. Looking through binoculars, she's watched probably three trucks drive by all day. They're clearly driving no faster than 30 mph towards the highway. Therefore, ELC's Trip East=CANCELLED. Sigh. Sniff. Sniff. ELC's been praying she can head that way—for the day and early evening only—tomorrow morn.  It’ll be two weeks since she’s seen Her Sweet Peas. So Plan B at this point? She’s crossing her fingers, as she types this, that it works out.

In conclusion: We’re ready for a change. We’ve loved the beautiful snow. We’re over it. We've taken all the pretty pictures we care to take. We're totally done. We’re beyond anxious to get out and do errands. Go shopping. See friends. Go shopping. Go to preschool. Go shopping. Play Bridge. Go walking. You name it. We'll try it and/or do it.

Love and Hugs to Each and Every One of Y'all Sillies…We pray to our Dear God Almighty that He allows endless coziness to pervade your lives…wherever in the World you are...