March Merriment, Volume VII: March 16-30
March 16
We are in Denver! Correction: We are in DENVER! (Shouty capitals are a must if you're me and you're in Denver.) I love it here. Matt loves it here. And Arthur - the newest visitor among us - seems to love it here too. He calls it "Denber". And "Fay-cay-shun Denber". We hit the ground running on Saturday morning (after a late Friday-night arrival) and went to the Denver Children's Museum. It was amazing. I mean, really amazing. And we met up with a college friend of Matt's and her family while there. She is very nice, very easy to talk to, and it feels like we've been friends for a long time even though I've spent maybe a total of 5 hours around her. I've been treating Denver as a hypothetical relocation since our first trip there and in that fantasy, I would see her often. We've even discussed starting a band. So, Denver-Angie already sounds really cool.
A few pictures of our museum visit:
Arthur being Jesus in the water mist. I'm sure someone is offended that I just said that. But that person probably isn't reading this blog anyway.
He loved this. Wind tunnel.
After the museum, we went to one of our restaurant requirements while we're in Denver: Torchy's Tacos. It was just as good as I remembered. I wish DC would catch on...these places are around in other US cities...hint, hint. It's one of those easy to manage places but nicer than a Panera, with better food and a bar. And, everyone seems happy because it's Denver.
We did not go in. Between his cold, the hat pulled halfway over his eyes, and his general low-energy...he kinda acted like he had. But I thought this would be a funny picture.
Quick shot through an intersection of the city from our walk back from dinner. Union Station (train station) is the red sign at the bottom of the hill.
Sleepy guy at awesome Japanese restaurant.
March 17
It's St. Patrick's Day! We didn't do much in the way of celebrating, but I did remember to pack and then wear a lucky t-shirt. We had a sorta lazy day (though I did manage to get out for a short run) and Arthur's cold got a little worse but he rallied, mostly. We visited a new-to-us part of town - the arts district - lots of warehouses turned breweries, restaurants, and generally an eclectic mix of arts meets the people. We had dinner at Central Market, a really cool indoor farmers market type feel, but with a huge bar, tables, and various food stands. We had delicious pasta and wine and enjoyed people watching. Lots of people on dates or meeting up with a friend. Denver-Angie would for sure like this part of town. (Our band would probably play here, too.)
My favorite though was getting ice cream to-go on the way home from dinner. Arthur of course perked up at this idea and said, "are we having an ice cream party, Mama?" So we called it an ice cream party and he proceeded to list all of the people that he was gonna invite and what we would do at the party (duh...eat ice cream with FRIENDS.) The Irish would be proud.
Unrelated to the ice cream party...this AirBnB had the exact couch I've been eyeing from IKEA, so we got to test drive it (with ottoman too) for a more educated decision later. Denver sure does look out for my agenda. What's more likely is that the couch is pretty popular. That's the last thing I'll mention about couches, because we're on vacation and it's super boring to talk about couches.
March 18
Today was really fun! We walked over to the Denver Aquarium and it was one of those experiences that I as in the exact mood for doing at the exact time I was doing it. It was very well done for both kids and for adults, and was Arthur's first aquarium visit. He said some funny stuff like, "is that fishy yucky?" and "we got to throw that dirty fish in the TRASH!". (We're not a big fish family, maybe.) But he thoroughly enjoyed it and so did we.
I'm sorry, but...it's got to be a joke that something that looks like this exists.
The highlight for me, even though a bit confusing, was that the aquarium had a huge TIGER on display. It was the closest I've ever gotten to be to a tiger and I loved it! I find them to be beautiful. This one did not disappoint.
And lastly...Matt and I got to have a night out! With the help of a friend's trusted babysitter, we set out to recreate my birthday outing from 2015, during our first Denver visit. We went to Linger for drinks and small plates and Root Down for a fabulous dinner. It was so nice to get a little dolled up and have some alone time in a favorite place.
I want a wall of my house to look like the lighted bar at Linger. It's like a modern Lite-Brite concept. Also, this gin cocktail had was heavenly - so heavenly that I went to the trouble of searching for the menu online and copy/pasting it here:
New Saigon: Gin, Thai Basil, Cucumber, Jalapeño, Lime, Black Pepper
We kicked it. (Get it?! I'm hilarious.) This was an old filling station turned restaurant.
He worked several "wanna call somebody about it?" into our conversation.
March 19
Twenty years ago today was my senior percussion recital at JMU. It was such a big deal then and something that I worked up to for so long that the date is seared into my memory. It was maybe my second-most favorite day at college. My very favorite was my very first night there in August of 1995 (a story for another time). I had an insanely happy college experience that, as I get older and talk to other people who didn't, I cherish. I made a bajillion friends. Everyone there was so unbelievably open and effortlessly friendly. Did I meet a few jerks? Of course - including my random freshman dorm roommate who stole my credit card to make long-distance phone calls to a guy in Detroit. (Luckily, I got to move out mid-semester and landed a room on the top floor of the dorm a bunch of my friends lived in, AND with a sweet girl who was a senior and left spring semester, leaving me with a room all to myself - unheard of in dorm-life!) But the majority of my experience was overly positive, friendly, encouraging, and empowering.
My recital was such a big deal to me because of the long anticipation of it. You're told freshman year that you will have to do one, whether you're pursuing music education, music industry, conducting, composition, or performance. I remember thinking this was both wonderful and horrible - I had no interest in being a performer - especially not a solo performer, which was what the word "recital" makes me envision. But wonderful because it carried the weight of "we are all musicians first" - no matter your concentration or career goals. When I entered as a freshman, I wasn't that confident in my performance ability other than marching band stuff, and I was constantly amazed at the talent surrounding me daily in my classes and ensembles. I truly felt lucky to be there, every minute, and determined to make something out of what I perceived a big chance thrown my way. I know that JMU is no Juilliard or Eastman or <insert prestigious music conservatory>, but for the state of Virginia (decidedly my "lane"), the music program felt (and still feels today) top-shelf.
Confession: Upon arriving in 1995, I barely even knew a person could hold four mallets at a time, much less play music holding four mallets. Everyone else seemed extremely far ahead of me in both knowledge and skill. The percussion studio only took four people my freshman year, and I somehow got one of those spots on a pretty mediocre and extremely anxiety-ridden audition. My academic standing was decent but not stellar and right on the fence for acceptance. I'm fairly certain I needed the music department's strings to pull me into the university. I had little to no backup plan if I didn't get in. I didn't want to go anywhere else, and I'd had my heart set solely on JMU since 1991. I can still remember what I was wearing and exactly where I was standing in my bedroom when I got the phone call telling me that I had been accepted into the studio. (I still have the Madison baseball cap.)
My performance confidence grew over the next couple years simply because the program at JMU is very ensemble and performance-heavy. We spent quite a bit of our time practicing and performing, both alone and with a group. I don't know if it was being a percussion major vs another instrument, but in a week's time I was in at least nine rehearsals, to guess conservatively. (This is outside of the other classes I was taking, and many of the ensemble classes were only one credit despite having three or more rehearsal hours per week.) And because you're required to be at a master level in both mallet and battery percussion, the recital preparation starts pretty early, sometimes almost a year in advance before you even have a date set. By the time March 19th of 1999 came along, I was really ready, having had more than ample time to prepare for something that had felt so daunting three years prior.
I was nervous, but my recital felt like one of the first times I had control over my anxiety surrounding being up in front of a lot of people - most of whom were other talented, smart, knowledgeable musicians. I just remember feeling like I had prepared so well that there was nothing left to do but try to enjoy it. And I did! I had actual, genuine fun while playing to a packed room. And I had such incredible support from incredible friends - my friend Rick literally built a stage out of platform sets so that I could feel like I was performing in a special space (the procedures changed shortly before my recital and I had to perform in the band rehearsal room instead of the stage across the street, so any physical or ambient feeling of having a magical performance "moment" had to be literally manufactured). He also borrowed light trees from some connection he had then to add to the ambience. My friends who accompanied me on certain pieces were so talented and we all held ourselves to extremely high standards - they weren't gonna mess anything up for me and I knew that. We had been to so many recitals before (another requirement - attend 20 recitals per semester with a punch card to turn in to get...zero credit, only pass/fail that could tie you up later if you got behind) that when it was our turn it was well-rehearsed in our imagination And with the exception of my Dad, my entire family came - grandparents, great aunt, friends, the kids I babysat in the summers - I really did have a vast support system between that and my JMU family.
I had never considered myself a performer, as I said earlier. But after that recital, I did begin to consider it. Suddenly, it seemed like I had more options, like the world was a bit bigger. I felt so empowered and changed by it. I mean, I would never again have almost an entire year to prepare for anything, so I'd have to learn to feel more confident in less time. It was a little like I had found my confidence in a too little too late way. I was going to student-teach in the fall and immediately job hunt for teaching gigs. Now was not the time to decide to go get a performance degree. And what on Earth would I do with a performance degree? I knew I wanted to teach general music to little kids since I was in middle school; getting a masters in percussion performance seemed super impractical, expensive, and ultimately a selfish waste of time. So I didn't pursue it. It's one of my "what-if's" but I don't dwell on it often. Except every year on March 19th.
March 20
Tonight, I attended my first local Moms Demand Action meeting. This is literally my first time getting involved in any kind of advocacy. I'm not your typical "get involved" gal, but I have gotten increasingly angry over the lack of action, lack of empathy, and lack of maturity surrounding most conversations on gun control. I'm not ready yet to write a ton on the subject, as I don't feel knowledgeable enough. But tonight was a first step in learning more, and the moms I met seem like they're there for the right reasons - to maintain access to a life that is safe from harm - what I believe to also be a constitutional right.
March 21
Matt and I went to The Barns at Wolftrap tonight for a belated Christmas present from me. It was my first time at the venue (I'd only been to the Filene Center and Theater in the Woods) and found it to be lovely and intimate. We went to see Second City, the improvisational comedy troupe. We had front row seats because I booked the tickets a long time ago. This was great! We could see details, hear every little thing, and generally experience it better. And because we were in the front row, much to my horror...we were involved in the show during the second half. Specifically, I was involved in the show. It was simultaneously hilarious and embarrassing. I didn't have to get up on stage, thank goodness, but I was asked a few questions and my answers were used as improv bait. If this show returns next year, I will buy second row tickets.
March 22
Jack and the Beanstalk...I often overlook this story. But I like it - there's a lot in it. Trust, choices, opportunity, optimism...it packs a punch. It's also magical and adventurous - signs of a great fairy tale. This morning, Arthur and I went to a make-up class at the Frying Pan Park Preschool. We attend music classes there on Tuesday mornings, but had to miss this week's because of our Denver trip. You're given the opportunity to sign up for a make up class, but it's not a music class that you go to - instead it is a basic hour of preschool with some sort of theme. Today's theme was Jack and the Beanstalk. We painted a beanstalk and glued paper leaves to it. We put wet "magic beans" into a plastic bag to tape to a window at home and watch them grow. There was a sensory station for playing with beans and cups. We read the story. We played with forest blocks to make towers like a beanstalk. We ate vanilla wafers and called them golden eggs. It was really well done. And now I wanna read the story to him at home while the connection is fresh. What a darling little preschool program.
March 23
He kinda looks like he's filming a cooking show. He was so happy to help Dada make oatmeal raisin cookies. And to eat them! Simple, fun Saturday.
March 24
I'm sick. It's just a cold. I'm the last to get it. My immune system has held up through Matt's really, really bad cold, Arthur's medium cold, Matt's version of Arthur's medium cold, and now I have finally succumbed. It's okay, I usually bounce back quickly. And, West Wing is still helpful along with those times when Matt takes Arthur out of the house on a playground outing so I can get extra rest - the only perk of being sick on a weekend vs a weekday I suppose.
March 25
Zoo class! It was glorious outside today - the perfect day to be at the zoo. We completely wore ourselves out. We walked the entire thing, went to the playground there (which is awesome, by the way, especially for the toddler set), saw tons of animals up close. We rode the carousel (after lots of discussion about which animals we would choose to ride, we ended up in protest on the non-moving bench, ha!)
The chameleon was the focus animal in last week's class. I learned that they can't actually change to just any color that they're sitting on; they change color based on their mood, and the most elaborate it gets is when they can turn bright blue or bright pink when really happy. Red is angry or scared/threatened green is content, brown is sad. I feel tricked by children's books.
Turtle meeting
March 26
Merry-go-round on the parachute in music class :-) I am getting so many parachute ideas for next year! It is just as much fun for the adults!
March 27
Today's delight is that Arthur will now entertain himself for a LONG time if I let him "wash dishes". It's awesome. I mean, we are wasting water, for sure, even though I do only turn it on a trickle. But he loves it and right now it makes me smile and giggle at the little things he says while he's "working". May this desire to help continue on, I pray to the parent gods.
March 28
A lovely day! La Madeleine waffles and strawberries for breakfast, and a trip out to the Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum. I can't believe I hadn't done this yet. It was perfect. Light crowds, plenty of open space for exploring, and obviously a ton to look at. We went up and down many ramps and steps, "ooh'd and aaaah'd" at several things, and asked a lot of "what is DAT?" The two highlights were a 6-minute video of the Discovery's last launch in 2011 (I'll admit that I was just as excited to watch closeup video footage of it as he was!) and the Observation Tower where we watched planes take off from Dulles Airport. So fun! And the nice lady positioned near the exit doors spoke with us about other upcoming opportunities for his age group, so we'll for sure be back.
March 29 and March 30
These two days were relatively low-key, but had some small delights like a dusk walk to Red's Table for happy hour/dinner on Friday and a playground picnic on Saturday - with pleasant weather accompanying both. I can feel everything slowly exhaling and wiggling into spring, my absolute favorite time of the year.
A few pictures of our museum visit:
After the museum, we went to one of our restaurant requirements while we're in Denver: Torchy's Tacos. It was just as good as I remembered. I wish DC would catch on...these places are around in other US cities...hint, hint. It's one of those easy to manage places but nicer than a Panera, with better food and a bar. And, everyone seems happy because it's Denver.
March 17
It's St. Patrick's Day! We didn't do much in the way of celebrating, but I did remember to pack and then wear a lucky t-shirt. We had a sorta lazy day (though I did manage to get out for a short run) and Arthur's cold got a little worse but he rallied, mostly. We visited a new-to-us part of town - the arts district - lots of warehouses turned breweries, restaurants, and generally an eclectic mix of arts meets the people. We had dinner at Central Market, a really cool indoor farmers market type feel, but with a huge bar, tables, and various food stands. We had delicious pasta and wine and enjoyed people watching. Lots of people on dates or meeting up with a friend. Denver-Angie would for sure like this part of town. (Our band would probably play here, too.)
My favorite though was getting ice cream to-go on the way home from dinner. Arthur of course perked up at this idea and said, "are we having an ice cream party, Mama?" So we called it an ice cream party and he proceeded to list all of the people that he was gonna invite and what we would do at the party (duh...eat ice cream with FRIENDS.) The Irish would be proud.
March 18
Today was really fun! We walked over to the Denver Aquarium and it was one of those experiences that I as in the exact mood for doing at the exact time I was doing it. It was very well done for both kids and for adults, and was Arthur's first aquarium visit. He said some funny stuff like, "is that fishy yucky?" and "we got to throw that dirty fish in the TRASH!". (We're not a big fish family, maybe.) But he thoroughly enjoyed it and so did we.
The highlight for me, even though a bit confusing, was that the aquarium had a huge TIGER on display. It was the closest I've ever gotten to be to a tiger and I loved it! I find them to be beautiful. This one did not disappoint.
And lastly...Matt and I got to have a night out! With the help of a friend's trusted babysitter, we set out to recreate my birthday outing from 2015, during our first Denver visit. We went to Linger for drinks and small plates and Root Down for a fabulous dinner. It was so nice to get a little dolled up and have some alone time in a favorite place.
New Saigon: Gin, Thai Basil, Cucumber, Jalapeño, Lime, Black Pepper
March 19
Twenty years ago today was my senior percussion recital at JMU. It was such a big deal then and something that I worked up to for so long that the date is seared into my memory. It was maybe my second-most favorite day at college. My very favorite was my very first night there in August of 1995 (a story for another time). I had an insanely happy college experience that, as I get older and talk to other people who didn't, I cherish. I made a bajillion friends. Everyone there was so unbelievably open and effortlessly friendly. Did I meet a few jerks? Of course - including my random freshman dorm roommate who stole my credit card to make long-distance phone calls to a guy in Detroit. (Luckily, I got to move out mid-semester and landed a room on the top floor of the dorm a bunch of my friends lived in, AND with a sweet girl who was a senior and left spring semester, leaving me with a room all to myself - unheard of in dorm-life!) But the majority of my experience was overly positive, friendly, encouraging, and empowering.
My recital was such a big deal to me because of the long anticipation of it. You're told freshman year that you will have to do one, whether you're pursuing music education, music industry, conducting, composition, or performance. I remember thinking this was both wonderful and horrible - I had no interest in being a performer - especially not a solo performer, which was what the word "recital" makes me envision. But wonderful because it carried the weight of "we are all musicians first" - no matter your concentration or career goals. When I entered as a freshman, I wasn't that confident in my performance ability other than marching band stuff, and I was constantly amazed at the talent surrounding me daily in my classes and ensembles. I truly felt lucky to be there, every minute, and determined to make something out of what I perceived a big chance thrown my way. I know that JMU is no Juilliard or Eastman or <insert prestigious music conservatory>, but for the state of Virginia (decidedly my "lane"), the music program felt (and still feels today) top-shelf.
Confession: Upon arriving in 1995, I barely even knew a person could hold four mallets at a time, much less play music holding four mallets. Everyone else seemed extremely far ahead of me in both knowledge and skill. The percussion studio only took four people my freshman year, and I somehow got one of those spots on a pretty mediocre and extremely anxiety-ridden audition. My academic standing was decent but not stellar and right on the fence for acceptance. I'm fairly certain I needed the music department's strings to pull me into the university. I had little to no backup plan if I didn't get in. I didn't want to go anywhere else, and I'd had my heart set solely on JMU since 1991. I can still remember what I was wearing and exactly where I was standing in my bedroom when I got the phone call telling me that I had been accepted into the studio. (I still have the Madison baseball cap.)
My performance confidence grew over the next couple years simply because the program at JMU is very ensemble and performance-heavy. We spent quite a bit of our time practicing and performing, both alone and with a group. I don't know if it was being a percussion major vs another instrument, but in a week's time I was in at least nine rehearsals, to guess conservatively. (This is outside of the other classes I was taking, and many of the ensemble classes were only one credit despite having three or more rehearsal hours per week.) And because you're required to be at a master level in both mallet and battery percussion, the recital preparation starts pretty early, sometimes almost a year in advance before you even have a date set. By the time March 19th of 1999 came along, I was really ready, having had more than ample time to prepare for something that had felt so daunting three years prior.
I was nervous, but my recital felt like one of the first times I had control over my anxiety surrounding being up in front of a lot of people - most of whom were other talented, smart, knowledgeable musicians. I just remember feeling like I had prepared so well that there was nothing left to do but try to enjoy it. And I did! I had actual, genuine fun while playing to a packed room. And I had such incredible support from incredible friends - my friend Rick literally built a stage out of platform sets so that I could feel like I was performing in a special space (the procedures changed shortly before my recital and I had to perform in the band rehearsal room instead of the stage across the street, so any physical or ambient feeling of having a magical performance "moment" had to be literally manufactured). He also borrowed light trees from some connection he had then to add to the ambience. My friends who accompanied me on certain pieces were so talented and we all held ourselves to extremely high standards - they weren't gonna mess anything up for me and I knew that. We had been to so many recitals before (another requirement - attend 20 recitals per semester with a punch card to turn in to get...zero credit, only pass/fail that could tie you up later if you got behind) that when it was our turn it was well-rehearsed in our imagination And with the exception of my Dad, my entire family came - grandparents, great aunt, friends, the kids I babysat in the summers - I really did have a vast support system between that and my JMU family.
I had never considered myself a performer, as I said earlier. But after that recital, I did begin to consider it. Suddenly, it seemed like I had more options, like the world was a bit bigger. I felt so empowered and changed by it. I mean, I would never again have almost an entire year to prepare for anything, so I'd have to learn to feel more confident in less time. It was a little like I had found my confidence in a too little too late way. I was going to student-teach in the fall and immediately job hunt for teaching gigs. Now was not the time to decide to go get a performance degree. And what on Earth would I do with a performance degree? I knew I wanted to teach general music to little kids since I was in middle school; getting a masters in percussion performance seemed super impractical, expensive, and ultimately a selfish waste of time. So I didn't pursue it. It's one of my "what-if's" but I don't dwell on it often. Except every year on March 19th.
March 20
Tonight, I attended my first local Moms Demand Action meeting. This is literally my first time getting involved in any kind of advocacy. I'm not your typical "get involved" gal, but I have gotten increasingly angry over the lack of action, lack of empathy, and lack of maturity surrounding most conversations on gun control. I'm not ready yet to write a ton on the subject, as I don't feel knowledgeable enough. But tonight was a first step in learning more, and the moms I met seem like they're there for the right reasons - to maintain access to a life that is safe from harm - what I believe to also be a constitutional right.
March 21
Matt and I went to The Barns at Wolftrap tonight for a belated Christmas present from me. It was my first time at the venue (I'd only been to the Filene Center and Theater in the Woods) and found it to be lovely and intimate. We went to see Second City, the improvisational comedy troupe. We had front row seats because I booked the tickets a long time ago. This was great! We could see details, hear every little thing, and generally experience it better. And because we were in the front row, much to my horror...we were involved in the show during the second half. Specifically, I was involved in the show. It was simultaneously hilarious and embarrassing. I didn't have to get up on stage, thank goodness, but I was asked a few questions and my answers were used as improv bait. If this show returns next year, I will buy second row tickets.
March 22
Jack and the Beanstalk...I often overlook this story. But I like it - there's a lot in it. Trust, choices, opportunity, optimism...it packs a punch. It's also magical and adventurous - signs of a great fairy tale. This morning, Arthur and I went to a make-up class at the Frying Pan Park Preschool. We attend music classes there on Tuesday mornings, but had to miss this week's because of our Denver trip. You're given the opportunity to sign up for a make up class, but it's not a music class that you go to - instead it is a basic hour of preschool with some sort of theme. Today's theme was Jack and the Beanstalk. We painted a beanstalk and glued paper leaves to it. We put wet "magic beans" into a plastic bag to tape to a window at home and watch them grow. There was a sensory station for playing with beans and cups. We read the story. We played with forest blocks to make towers like a beanstalk. We ate vanilla wafers and called them golden eggs. It was really well done. And now I wanna read the story to him at home while the connection is fresh. What a darling little preschool program.
March 23
He kinda looks like he's filming a cooking show. He was so happy to help Dada make oatmeal raisin cookies. And to eat them! Simple, fun Saturday.
March 24
I'm sick. It's just a cold. I'm the last to get it. My immune system has held up through Matt's really, really bad cold, Arthur's medium cold, Matt's version of Arthur's medium cold, and now I have finally succumbed. It's okay, I usually bounce back quickly. And, West Wing is still helpful along with those times when Matt takes Arthur out of the house on a playground outing so I can get extra rest - the only perk of being sick on a weekend vs a weekday I suppose.
March 25
Zoo class! It was glorious outside today - the perfect day to be at the zoo. We completely wore ourselves out. We walked the entire thing, went to the playground there (which is awesome, by the way, especially for the toddler set), saw tons of animals up close. We rode the carousel (after lots of discussion about which animals we would choose to ride, we ended up in protest on the non-moving bench, ha!)
March 26
Merry-go-round on the parachute in music class :-) I am getting so many parachute ideas for next year! It is just as much fun for the adults!
March 27
Today's delight is that Arthur will now entertain himself for a LONG time if I let him "wash dishes". It's awesome. I mean, we are wasting water, for sure, even though I do only turn it on a trickle. But he loves it and right now it makes me smile and giggle at the little things he says while he's "working". May this desire to help continue on, I pray to the parent gods.
March 28
A lovely day! La Madeleine waffles and strawberries for breakfast, and a trip out to the Udvar-Hazy Air and Space Museum. I can't believe I hadn't done this yet. It was perfect. Light crowds, plenty of open space for exploring, and obviously a ton to look at. We went up and down many ramps and steps, "ooh'd and aaaah'd" at several things, and asked a lot of "what is DAT?" The two highlights were a 6-minute video of the Discovery's last launch in 2011 (I'll admit that I was just as excited to watch closeup video footage of it as he was!) and the Observation Tower where we watched planes take off from Dulles Airport. So fun! And the nice lady positioned near the exit doors spoke with us about other upcoming opportunities for his age group, so we'll for sure be back.
March 29 and March 30
These two days were relatively low-key, but had some small delights like a dusk walk to Red's Table for happy hour/dinner on Friday and a playground picnic on Saturday - with pleasant weather accompanying both. I can feel everything slowly exhaling and wiggling into spring, my absolute favorite time of the year.
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