The Edge of Spring

I wonder if the Israelites felt like this when they were finally led to the banks of the Jordan river. They could see the Promised Land...they needed only wait until the waters were parted and they could safely cross to the other side. I bet the anticipation was unbearable. I sort of feel that way about spring. I can see bits and pieces of it (like the tulip stems poking through the dirt out front), I can hear it, I can smell it, I can almost taste it...and yet I have to wait. If Punxsutawney Phil were to show up at my front door, it would take all my inner strength not to wring his little groundhog neck. Early spring my foot!

Luckily, there have been distractions from the bleakness of winter. Like an afternoon of spaghetti and fun with our friends from church and their two adorable little girls. Seriously, they're so cute. I can't stress that enough.

They spent a lot of time chasing Daisy...

And exploring the corn fields...

And being adorable. Wait, did I say that already?

Don't misunderstand me, though--I'm not quite ready to have any little ones of my own. Of course, I'm prepared to accept whatever the Lord wills (or at least I like to think I am).

Ugh.

Somebody wake me up when it's spring, ok?