The sun shines warm over the yard. The grass is not green, long, or lush, but it isn't covered in snow, either. Branches are budding. The kids run, play, and shout to each other, sporting hats, but not jackets.
It's a marvelous time of year. Little voices echo, bouncing off stones and tree roots, practically singing with excitement as their toys are exhumed from storage. One by one, they take their places around the lawn.
James yells as he kicks his soccer ball into the newly re-erected net, proudly proclaiming himself the winner of his high-stakes shoot out. Ellie Jo carefully removes each piece of chalk from last year's bin, marking a strong line across the patio with each one. They collect in slanted rows, like a psychedelic conversation with Woodstock across a Peanuts strip.
I'm rocking with the baby, holding her close to my chest under her softest purple blanket. I hum a little, but not so much, because the sounds of early spring are just as well for dozing. The March breeze nips fresh, cooling the residual flush in my cheeks from unloading the furniture.
This might not last. Really, it probably won't. I'm fairly confident that we are once again in the throes of false spring, soon to give way to lingering gusty nights and maybe a snowfall that has me regretting removing everything from storage.
Regardless, today is for us, though really it's for the kids. This spring might be false, but there is nothing inauthentic about the joy in their faces, or the pure excitement of seeing their warm weather toys fill the space again. It's that indescribable, excited anticipation of what's to come that we lose somehow as we get older.
As for me, I feel like I'm emerging from a long hibernation. We are leaving the newborn stage behind as Sophie rounds the corner of six months. Now that we are pretty sure she's our last, I'm looking to the future in a new, wonderful way.
I'm ready for warmer weather in every sense, and, taking a nod from the kids, embracing my own excited anticipation for what this next season will bring.
Here's to these beautiful March days.
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