Could it be that it's taken this long to recover from the transition of having a son? Perhaps. Or maybe it's just that I'm learning how to be thankful for all the things I've taken for granted. When I've slept, can walk out my door, breathe in the fresh air, and have health to my life and energy in my step: I'm glad. I want to be thankful for any days like this because the reality is, sometimes life comes along and takes those things from you when you least expect it.
So, I'm picking up my quilt to work on it again. I'm baking some lemon scones and eating as many as I want. I'm planting flowers and starting to dream. I'm looking forward to awesome days ahead and trying to live contentedly in this day too.
Oh how I needed Spring to arrive again!