According to the calendar and many frustrated folk on Facebook, it is officially spring here in Indiana.
Today, it is 19 degrees (F) outside. On Sunday, it is forecasted that we will receive 4-8" of snow.
Something is not matching up.
Note: The large gaps between posts recently isn't without reason. You will see some tiny and some drastic changes coming soon on this site. In that chasm between writing here, I've been crafting and building up what will soon fill - and expand - the space. Stay tuned...
The first day of spring.
My husband and I decided to take a long walk through the neighborhood. Decked out in gloves and winter gear, pushing through a brisk wind, we walked and just listened.
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The morning didn't go as I'd planned. Neither did yesterday, come to think of it.
Yesterday, I went for a walk that almost didn't happen.
I'm immensely glad that I decided to take that next step.
Two days ago, I shared this on Facebook:
Oh my. Just watched a National Geographic documentary - American Serengeti - with the kids. Luckily, no predator dining was shown (I was prepared).
However, they did show a bison that died while giving birth (both mom and calf died).
After the show was over, my daughter broke into tears. I held her and kept asking what was wrong. Eventually, she shared, "I'm said for the bison.", and buried her head back into my shoulder.
(It led to beneficial, if not difficult, conversation.)
I simultaneously LOVE and feel unbelievably challenged by having a daughter who is as sensitive as her mother.
I never expected a reaction like that. But what came next brought me to my knees.