Seasons

It's a new season. 

The cold, hard ground gives way for new beauty. 

Change is in the air. 

I step outside my new home. Tulips are blooming. I put baby boy into his carseat. 

I don't want to jinx myself, but I'm living my life! The life I hoped for. 

I dress a squirmy baby. I watch him learn to open and close his hand (deeply fascinating for a developing mind). He says "mama". 

It's a new season. It's my season!