On another note, I'm sending warm thoughts to my friends and family in the arctic heartland. 37 below? BELOW? My. Gawd. No. Way. I hurt for you. At this moment, I'm thanking my lucky stars that I fell for a Texan and not, say, a Minnesotan. (No offense, Minnesotans. Despite your purple people and propensity for casseroles of questionable ingredients, you know I love you.) However, I enjoy my mild Texas winter (where 30s mean cold front and hill country freezes) with savory glee, knowing that I'll feel entirely different come July. August. September. You know, when the shaded temperature is 105 for 3 weeks straight and I'm on my 3rd stick of deodorant that week and pretty sure I'll spontaneously burst into flames if I step outside my door? Granted, this summer will be less painful without the whole "9 pound infant in my belly" factor....but still. We'll get ours, too. But for tonight, I'll cherish the fresh air coming through the open window and the morning walk I know awaits us when the sun comes out tomorrow. My northern friends, hang on, crank the heat. Dress in puffy layers. Spring is coming. Just keep moving so your feet don't freeze to the sidewalk. Seriously. That happens!
ps: Baby Hanson, where are you? I've been waiting by my phone for that happy text all day! Maybe you're dragging your feet because someone told you it's negative 13 degrees in your neck of the woods?
pps: for my favorite sorta-cousin-in-law Jackie- vote for Murphy! The cool kids are all doing it!