…I’ve been looking forward to for months. It’s the shortest day of the year.

I got up at 6:45 am and looked out the bathroom window. Seeing it was dark, I went back to bed and slept for a few more hours.

I was cooking at 4:15 and I looked out the kitchen window and it was already getting dark. I hate how few hours of daylight we have this time of year.

So, why do I look forward to this day so much? Because now we’re over the hump. From here on out, each day will get a little longer. Joy!

I’ll appreciate the extra minutes of daylight every day from now until early June. Then I’ll start thinking about the summer solstice and how there comes a day in June that’s the longest day, and after that each day will get shorter. And I’ll get depressed just thinking about that.

I suppose that sounds silly. My husband thinks so. But there must be someone like me out there who’s celebrating the fact that once we get past today, each day will be just a wee bit longer, the sun will go down a little later, and we’ll be one day closer to spring. Right?