Every year around Feb & March, I question why we moved back to NY. Winter has been going on for 4 to 5 months already and during those short Feb days, it seems like it’s going to end. The snow is all slushy and brown, there isn’t even a hint of new buds on the trees and you feel like summer is eons away. The weather in Maryland was so much more temperate in the winter- we would wear short sleeves the majority of the time in March and things were turning green everywhere! Why in the world did we ever move?
But then we have nights like tonight. Nights that we spend at my parents house with extended and immediate family, watching my kids play with their cousin, talking about my brother’s upcoming wedding and laughing over what terrors we were as kids as my parents and aunts share stories from our past. From 70 years old all way down to 2 years old, we enjoy a delicious meal, wonderful company and hysterical tales and I think “This. This is why we moved back home.”
And I’m so thankful that we did.