It’s beginning to be that time again; where the leaves come out of hibernation, the flowers start blooming, pollen is produced in excess and the sound of lawn mowers pollutes my Sunday morning wedding hangover. Welcome to Spring, folks! I will admit that I love all the seasons, a few months of one, then on to the next! A little variety is good.
But back when I was a wee one, yes, shut it I know I’m still wee…back when I was wee-er I hated Spring. Spring meant yard work. And one Saturday morning at the very grown up age of five, we had all woken up and were to have a family yard work day. And this? This put me over the edge, SOMEBODY CALL CPS. So. As Mom, Dad, and Amanda were already outside yardworkin’, through the tears I packed my little play suitcase with all the important things one should need for flocking the nest. Clean underpants, check. Fancy Sunday dress, check. My Little Ponys, check. And I was off. I exited the front door while everyone was in the back.
They had pushed me to my limit, you know with the yardwork and all, so I was throwing in the towel and running away FOR GOOD. I didn’t know where I was going, but I was getting there by foot. The tears were streaming down my little five year old face and I slowly walked across my front yard. I made it to the end of the yard, right to the edge of the street and turned around one last time to take the last ever glance at my ‘old house.’ And standing there in the front yard was my mom Megan what are you doing?, she must have found my note inside. I suddenly rethought my new journey, I couldn’t leave, I’d miss them too much, and so I put my suitcase down and went sprinting back into my mom’s arms as the tears fell from my cheeks.
After that day, running away never crossed my mind again; but one thing that didn’t change, my hatred for spring yard work.
And speaking of Spring, I can’t wait to share with you Offeibea and Kerry’s beautiful spring engagement session in Georgetown! More from their engagement photos coming soon!