Sometimes people refer to it as the F Month. We are deep in the gray of winter. The cold has set in hard, and the sun rarely peeks through the clouds. In schools we have conferences and staff development and plays and basketball games and wrestling meets and Board meetings and on and on. It’s a busy time. And spring seems a long ways away.
But it is also my birthday month. Birthdays are a big deal to me. (Many of you know this.) I am grateful for getting old. As they say, it is a gift denied to many.
I got a text from a friend Saturday morning wishing me Happy Birthday Month. I got the first of what I know will be a daily email from another friend wishing my Happy Birthday Month. People are so kind and so thoughtful and so caring. Birthdays are a reminder that our lives are filled with people who love us.
It was also warm this weekend. The sun was shining, and it was fun to be outside. There was still plenty of beautiful snow with sun bouncing off it, but you could feel that winter would not last forever. I know it’s far from over, but we got a taste of it. It will come.
See why I have a complicated relationship with February?
So much bleak.
So much joy.
I blogged in November about embracing the cold. I was committed to enjoying my boots and my coat. I was eager for the snow. My attitude was good. I wish I could say that I’ve never wavered from that attitude, but that wouldn’t be true. Too many days without sun gets to most people.
But February is here. Spring is near, and it is a leap year. One extra to celebrate.