I’ve always loved Greek mythology. Oh the drama! It’s like an ancient version of Jersey Shore or Real Housewives of Orange County. One of my favorite stories is about Persephone, the gal that Hades stole away to the Underworld. She hangs out with him down in the dark for four months every year (so we have winter) and then pops back up to the land of the living for the rest of the time to keep her mom, Demeter, company (so we get spring, summer, and fall). I remember reading Ovid in high school and loving it so much I’d go home and research more about the gods in our set of Encyclopedias (remember those?). And yes, to answer your question: I was a dork.
But thanks to Persephone or Gaia or Jesus or Buddha or whoever up there is puppeteering the seasons, it’s finally Spring and my pale pasty flesh is finally looking less like a hairless mole rat. I actually have color for the first time in six months!
Granted, when I’m pregnant I get really REALLY tan. The summer I had Ollie I looked like I was another ethnicity all together. It was great. Granted, I had swollen ankles like tree trunks, but my skin tone matched Halle Berry’s. So I’m really looking forward to the next 9 months of sun and rosy skin. Here’s to the end of winter!