it smells like mud.

its unseasonably warm outside, in fact I am sitting on the deck in a T-shirt at the moment - and very content. Sophie is napping, Tim has gone home quickly to send off a resume, and Grandpa Tim is in town (yay!!) and he has taken Emma to the conservatory for an hour or so. It feels so nice, having some time to myself that can now be enjoyed outside with the sun on my back and the wind in my hair. The yard is green, and almost all of the snow is gone (only a bit left beside the shed which doesn't get any sun except for at dusk.) I can't remember a birthday I've ever had that was quite this warm. Our vacation has been canceled due to lack of vehicle, which has hindered both Tim & I's positive attitude towards my birthday. I am now on a mission to get a hotel room, so at the very least we can escape for a day. We were both so looking forward to the time-off that it really took a stab at us, when we realized we weren't going. Ahh, we will make the best of it though - as we always do. It's so hard not to be smiling with this warmth, I feel anything could happen and it would be alright because the sun is smiling at me. I stick true to my belief that I get seasonal depression, because already I feel lighter, more confident, happier. It's nothing that I can fix - I can only ride it and remind myself that the sun will come back, and everything will be made right. And it's come not a moment too soon.