yesterday, on his way out the door, matt noticed something spectacular in our very drab looking yard. there, surrounded on all sides by greys & browns & darkness was a burst of green & yellow & light. spring's first bloom.
the town of fayetteville still looks terrible from the ice storm. piles & piles & piles of brush & limbs & sticks & firewood stacked on every single street. the weather has been warmer the last few days, so the smell in the air is soft, gentle... and still, the picture of a quite harsh winter is very present.
hazel is here. she is creeping out of the sleepless infant stage. she is laughing at ton, sleeping occasionally, grabbing toes & toys. life is so sweet & my heart is so full. to say i love being her mom is a drastic understatement. when we let others know we were pregnant with her, there was somewhat of a sigh of relief as if she would be the new constant spring in our life after a rough winter. that sigh was from such great heart of love & good-intent, but that sigh was very wrong. life with hazel does feel like spring, but spring is not the only season.
this is the time of year when there are hints of spring & newness & life & hope and yet all around are reminders of the winter that has not yet left us. this may be the time of year that most resonates with my soul. this may be the time of year that i think will define my life until the day when i take my final earthly winter breath & begin to breathe the springtime of the eternal air of glory.