Well, I can't leave that last depressing post at the top. I'm hoping it is/was hormones, winter blues, kids cooped up for months...
Today Little Artist headed out to the van to search for her $3 used roller blades, but burst right back into the house.
"[Big Sister]! I hear the tweeting of summer birds!"
Big Sister hurried out with her and confirmed the song of the meadowlark has returned to us. Truly, that song is such a welcome gift, whether March or August. And so too is the excitement with which my six-year-old announces such a thing. :)
At six, I certainly wasn't tuned into the signs of the seasons like that. I'm grateful that my girls *are*. :)