We're ready for you Spring! we yell from the front stoop. With hands cupped around our mouths, for warmth and guiding voices out to some place where weather might hear us. We're ready for you Spring!
And we go back inside to quiet games. Wrestling. Television. Books. All of them making my bones feel like they'll break through my rubbery flesh. But we're exhausted from the yelling. And I vow to be more resilient next winter. To dress properly and march the kids out, no bullshit weather's permission. I nearly faint onto the bed, giving up, whimpering. I give up. We're ready for you Spring.