Spring

I am smitten with springtime in Michigan.

Although the weather has been moody and mercurial, it seems as if winter is finally loosening its icy grip. A symphony of birdsong lures the sun over the horizon each morning. Wind billows through the treetops in mighty breaths. Tiny buds - yellow, ivory, lavender - have begun to bloom, hinting at the beauty that will soon overtake the garden. 

Last week, we welcomed the arrival of spring with an evening at the park. And I was overwhelmed by the sweetness of the moment. Asher wore his Batman shirt (complete with cape) and toted his beloved stuffed dog everywhere he went. Will pushed him on the swing, the steady back and forth interrupted by frequent laughter. There was dirt and wood chips and reminders that slides are meant for sliding, not climbing. And I was thankful. For that moment. For this life.