Some claim to argue whether the first day of spring is March 20, or, some like myself stay with the non-proved fact of it being March 21. Ever since my second grade teacher Mrs. Morgan showed me a calendar with First Day of Spring on the same day as my birthday (March 21), I was convinced. Convinced that Spring was on my date of birth, and ever since that cold tuesday morning in Mrs. Morgan’s class, I’ve been one of the first to tell about my amazing birth….on the first day of Spring. My mom doesn’t remember of course, me being her first child, she wasn’t excited about the thought of a nice spring day back then, but more so happy to finally push me out three days after being in the hospital. I was pretty stubborn.
Sad to say, even though my birthday is tomorrow, it doesn’t feel like….Spring. I feel like I’m about to “spring” into 21 years of age, I feel like I’m going to “spring” onto the stage tomorrow night at the Rihanna concert (cake cake cake cake cake) and, I even feel like I’m going to “spring” out of bounds on the thought of legally buying wine. I mean, the weather isn’t giving me much of a spring-y feeling besides all of those reasons.
How about you? Will you wish me a happy birthday? Will you now think about me every time this spectacular day comes to mind? Or will you cringe at the thought of fighting against the wind tomorrow morning as you trud to class or cramp into Beanster’s line for an iced caramel latte. I would love to know: Spring insists!
ps: i love chrysanthemums if you want to get me a gift…(hint, hint)