Spring is sprung and there are days when even sweaters are optional and I can leave the stroller blanket behind and when we play outside we watch our feet so we don't crush flowers and iced drinks in glasses are replacing hot drinks in mugs and my already less-dry skin tingles as I whisk hair from legs freed from the tyranny of winter tights and my pale knees poke shyly from beneath fluttery hems and when I wash morning dishes I'm belting-out songs in the spotlight that is sun streaming through my kitchen window and i'm oh so oh so happy I could cry.