Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for the month of March.
March.
Women's History Month.
Our 20th anniversary in this house.
Daylight savings.
My 53rd birthday: beware the Ides of March.
St. Patrick's Day.
My parent's 57th wedding anniversary.
The first day of spring.
Day one arrives, escorted by fierce winds and blowing snow.
Sunny skies belie the bitter cold of winter's latest siege.
T and I leave the warm house in search of our daily adventure.
My gloved hands freeze within minutes of our departure.
I'm glad I wore my snuggest fleece hat.
I secretly hope that T will be happy with a short walk.
As we near the park entrance, the frenzied wind swirls around us.
I abruptly turn my face the other way, hoping to avoid a frosty confrontation with the North Wind.
Too late.
My right cheek can't escape his icy kiss.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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