Every year, summer arrives and I tell myself the same thing: this one is going to be different. We are going to be intentional. We are going to soak it up. We are going to make memories.
Somewhere between the last science project and the first “don’t forget sunscreen” text, the calendar flips into a completely different dimension. It’s not quite spring, not quite summer. It’s something far more chaotic. It’s Maycember. The time of ye...
There’s something really magical about spring. It’s literally lighter, the air feels softer, and suddenly everyone emerges from winter ready to do things again.
There’s something about spring that makes us want to open windows, clear surfaces, and start fresh.