I heart Spring! It’s my favorite season, hands down. I can always know as it nears our wedding anniversary, April 22nd, that those almost neon green buds will begin to literally pop from their branches, and the air will be sweet, dewy, intoxicating. Things are brand new. Alive!
Babies. Unmarked by life, fragile, fresh, and breathtaking. They bring change, sleeplessness, and challenge to a formerly fairly selfish existence. As we die to ourselves and submit to our new lives, we blossom, our roots throw down deep as the rains pour. Soon, fragrant tenderness emerges, we are, in fact, growing.