Winter.
It’s nearly March, isn’t it? My baby is nearly 3, isn’t she? My husband has a birthday soon, right? And Easter, Mothers Day and My Moms’ birthdays and Dads’ birthdays, too.... That is spring. But This. This winter that will come to a close in a few week’s time lingers with the most gorgeous snow-packed mountains. Southern California marvels at the pounding rain and flurries that touch down on elevations not seen for decades. This is winter, isn’t it? This is my baby, who loves more than anything to snuggle close. Alana who affectionately tells me she loves me loudly and often. This is my 7 year old who makes me work to retrieve any insights from her day. Until we curl up together in bed each night when Sayler and I do our “3 questions”. This is us.