When Summer Comes

One night last week I was putting Ella to bed when she asked a very important question:  "Is next week Spring Break again?"


Sadly, I had to answer her in the negative.  She then asked, "What month is it?"


"March," I told her.


She looked up at the ceiling, thinking, and mused aloud, "March, April, May...Summer!"


I laughed.  Yes, indeed, dear girl.  We're almost there.