Growing up I always thought that Winter was my favorite season of the year. It somehow managed to feel cozy and warm despite all the cold weather outside. Something about coats, boots, mittens, snow and blankets just made me feel happy, wrapped up and safe.
But as of recently, I think I’ve changed my mind. I’ve been thinking about it the past few years, and I have just now officially decided that Spring is my favorite season of the year.
Why did I make this decision? There are a multitude of reasons, some too personal to disclose, but some just lame enough to share
And those, my friend, are what you’re going to get.