All winter (as pitiful as winter this year was) I've waited for this. The time of year where we don't have to worry about coats.

The time of year where flip flops, shorts, and tees are everywhere.

{via Old Navy}
The time of year where we simply push open the screen door and run outside, the warm breeze tickling bare arms and soft grass squishing between our shoe-less toes.

The time of year when we hurry to finish school so we can weed flowerbeds, grab a camera, work in the garden, or simply be outside.

The time of year when we again fall asleep to the sound of thunder and lightning.

I love spring.