In the years since I entered motherhood, Spring has become my favorite time of year. There is something about the season that holds me differently now. The promise of new beginnings, the permission to rest, the colors that arrive like a quiet exhale after a long winter.
The wind carries something I can only describe as remembrance. Spring reminds me of all the softness this life has been given to hold.
In this season, people all over the world are pausing to celebrate. Easter, Passover, new year traditions across cultures — each one its own way of saying the same thing: we made it through, and something new is beginning. Different names, different tables, same turning of the heart.
Spring is rebirth. Spring is the promise that something new is always possible. It is healing to remember that a new day always comes — That golden light through the window will find the freshest petals, that a house filled with love carries its own kind of sacred.
The simplest of days so often hold the most beauty. What an extraordinary blessing we have been given.
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