Olivia asked to go on a walk last night and although I wasn’t feeling too well, I went anyway. One, because we’d been in the house all day and we needed fresh air. Two, because I thought that maybe the fresh air would make me feel better. And three, because I want to always embrace her love for nature and pretty much all things outdoors. And actually, watching her pick flowers with her Dada and run down the sidewalk pointing out all of the colors and signs of Spring made me feel even better than the walk itself.
A lot of people keep complaining about all the rain we’ve been having, but I say, if it doesn’t rain, how else are all these pretty flowers supposed to grow? How else are the trees supposed to get their leaves back? How else is the grass going to turn from that ugly brown to a beautiful green? Sure the storms do suck while they’re happening, but the aftermath is beautiful.
Spring in Chicago is finally, finally here.