Not so fast
Well. Let's just go ahead and call it what it is. The new decade has thus far shown itself to be completely different from what anyone could have expected. Like, in a bajillion years. Our winter, if you can call it that, was defined by approximately eleven tiny snowflakes that might not have even hit the ground. I mourn a year with no puffy snowsuit photos of my gigantic sons, no hard freeze to kill the weeds and bugs, no snow days to give our poor, overworked brains a break from the relentless vice-grip of learning. Spring came early, and the buds have taken their time appearing. I'm late on the yellows this year, but have very much been enjoying the pinks and purples. After about a week of mild sickness for Trey and me, Brandon got the flu. He always gets something at the end of basketball season. He set up camp in the man cave, while upstairs, we practically bathed in hand sanitizer. Thankfully, it didn't last too long and wasn't nearly as bad as it could h...