First Day of Spring

Yep, it's that time of year again to welcome new beginnings.  Today is the first official day of spring.  In order to help out my boss at work, I agreed to service two stores outside of my normal merchandising route.  Thankfully I was finished by Noon, in time to welcome the arrival of family to Fort Worth.  This was an event to look forward too as I am usually the one making the trek to parts here, there, and yonder in order to visit and fellowship with family.  We immediately ate a late lunch, and I helped them to check in to and get settled at the hotel.  By late afternoon, we went our separate ways to get cleaned up for my cousin's, Mom's nephew's, wedding this evening.  It was a simple ceremony with lots of festivities afterward.  By 10:30 p.m., way past this author's bedtime of 7 p.m., I was exhausted and so thankful upon hearing the news Mom and gang was ready to call it a night.  Whew, I was tired!  In dropping them off back at the hotel, we made arrangements for tomorrow's activities to begin with breakfast at 7 a.m.  Considering the late hour and little amount of sleep I would get, I asked to make it 8 a.m.  Done!  Wow, what a way to bring in the very first day of spring.  I can't imagine a better way to kick off the new season than with time spent fellowshipping with family.  Unfortunately, the family must return to their place of residence early to late tomorrow afternoon; however, I am looking forward to time spent with them.  How did you bring in the first day of spring?

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