The weather yesterday evening being absolutely perfect, we decided to head over to the bike trail.
David was ecstatic about the idea . . . until we arrived and there were no friends to be seen. For David, nothing is fun without friends. In his mind, he imagined a bike ride with friends--but the plan was in his mind alone. What a disappointment. Oh the whining that ensued . . .
David was too downtrodden to ride his bike . . . 
So Mary did! And David lounged in the stroller. It was quite the role reversal . . . 
It was a dream come true for Mary, and she took it very seriously. . . 
Greg was oh-so patient and pushed Mary along on that bike for a very long distance. But finally it was time to put Mary in the stroller too . . . 
We concluded our spring evening with a stop for frozen custard. Yum . . .
But can I make a confession? How I have looked forward to spring . . . yet I'm not sure how I feel about its being here. For one, I had secretly hoped for one more big snow storm. One more round of mittens and sleds and snowmen. Really. I suppose it could still happen. If it does, please don't blame me for it. And I still reserve the right to complain. Hmm. Maybe that's what I'm going to miss about winter--the right to complain. It's hard to find anything to complain about these days.
