As we headed around the neighborhood, my husband and I listened to the signs of spring and attempted to avoid puddles on the sidewalk. All the while, our daughter stared wide-eyed around her. I don't know what she was looking at, the trees, the sky, the handle of the carrier... Whatever she saw, I appreciated her acknowledgement of the different environment.
Even though she didn't have a hat on, and I was slightly concerned, we decided to take our normal route because it was darn nice out! Snow piles were melting, trees were budding, and our daughter was silently contemplating the beauty of life (or so I imagined). We wanted to savor the moment.