Recently, our daughter and nephew both spent the night at my in-law’s house. My Mother-in-law had to text us right away after hearing this conversation between the two of them.

Eli (6-year-old boy): “I’m allergic to kisses.”

Lyla (6-year-old girl): “Eli, if you don’t kiss, you’ll never marry.”

I am normally a black coffee kind of person, but even I have to admit that there is just something so satisfying about watching cream being poured into coffee. No wonder people worldwide have made an art out of this.

Honestly, I don’t have a favorite season. I truly love each and have always appreciated living in an area of the world with four distinct seasons. For me, by the time each season begins its annual turnover, I am always ready. Yes, that means I am even ready for winter when the time comes. I realize that by typing that many of you are now thinking that I am a bit coocoo.

But oh spring, how grateful I am for you. Isn’t there just something about the renewal of spring that is extra special? It’s such a rejuvenating season, full of new life and new hopes. We have three pear trees in our backyard, two of which I can see from the kitchen window, including this one. Those white blooms sure bring some happy to my heart. I hope they do for you too!

What is your favorite season and why? And how many of you think I’m crazy for liking my winter months for what they are? 😉