Happy birthday, America!

Red shoes. Blue bump. Green grass. 'Merica!

Hopeful.

Today is the day that our sweet bdub was due. If you know my heart, you know that I don't celebrate or choose to remember what I call "death days" - ie, the anniversaries of days that people died or really horrible things happened. My sister and brother are weird and take after my Mom and can pretty much remember to the minute, hour and exact weather of those days. And that is fiiiiiine. But me? Notsomuch. That's a bunch of sad and depressing and ineffectively circular references. Instead, I remember life days--like birthdays and signs of spring and days that I bought really great new shoes.

So today, while driving into work, it was only fitting that I noticed little peeks of green in the grass where the yucky, brown snow is starting to melt. And buds on trees that will soon flower and smell like God's perfume. And for that, today I celebrate life and new beginnings and robins chirping outside. And I'll probably go buy some new shoes, too.

Today I am not sad. Today I am thankful and hopeful and content. My prayer is the same for you!

Spring's spring is stuck. Also, I love shoes.

Spring has not, in fact, sprung. The Slinky in the spring seems to be broken and I'm super pissed about it. It SNOWED today. So uncool, Mother Nature.

In the spirit of spring and all things cute and colorful and just plain starting a revolt, I bought a new pair of shoes. Not the ones pictured at left. Better.

I scored these beauts while shopping with The Momma over the weekend. Who knew Fergie made shoes? And that her brand is called "Fergalicious"? AND that all of her shoes have little crowns on them! It's as if the entire brand was made for yours truly.

Happiness. Eat that, snow.