So I haven’t written in a while.  I know many blogs fail because they just aren’t updated.  Well I better get back on this creative endeavor.   I guess I just want to make it good.  But why does it have to be perfect.

It is spring.  I love spring.  This season has been even richer with discovery, with Anderson by my side.  We’ve been spending hours outside, until our hands and noses are icy cold.  Then we go inside for snacks and a warm bath.  He discovered dandelions for the first time, and sand, and pinecones, sidewalk chalk and a whole big world with no walls where he can wander and explore.  He squeals with glee when I get out his shoes.  Soon he’ll be able to discover the world in his bare-feet, once it gets warmer.

The days are full of adventure.  I’m walking miles.  Breathing in the fresh air, watching the spring leaves blossom more each day.  Usually I’d have my camera out and rolling.  I’ve been focusing more on just experiencing sometimes, without recording.  It is okay that it won’t last forever.  Seasons and children sure teach us about how permanent impermanence is.  I’m breathing in every fresh moment because I know it won’t last.  It will never be exactly like this again.  But it will always be great if I believe it to be.