We've been waiting for spring in Chicago for like, a very long time.
It's felt like years since the sun has kissed our skin and there came a point in March where I would have settled for a literal downpour of rain in place of sleet and inches of snow.
A few weeks ago, my little wish came true, things started to turn, and we had our first drizzle.
Ruby came running downstairs.
"I know. Let's get on your new raincoat."