Searching for Spring

     I have lived in Wisconsin my entire life (well, except a few months that i lived in Minneapolis). I should be used to the fickle days in March- how they flow back and forth between winter and spring. But the older I get, the more I wish, hope and pray for early spring weather. I am like a child waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.      I am dreaming of the soon to be days of:

• Throwing open the windows
• Going outside with just jeans and a t-shirt
• Flip flops and flats
• Feeling the sun vibrate my skin
• Hiking in the woods
• Riding my bike
• Long walks in the neighborhood and through the ravine
• Planting flowers
• Hanging summer lights on the patio
• Watching the birds make nests (and mess up my porch)
• Hearing the laughter of all the kids in the neighborhood

OH Spring- where art thou?

March Snow Storm

I have not blogged since August 2008. I remember clearly the momments that I decided to shut it all down. I had been at the beach all day with my family. It was a beautiful lazy summer day. When we came home we showered the sticky sand that was stuck to our bodies, shook out the beach blankets, put the toys away and snugged down into our soft summer jammies. While the kids watched a movie and ate popcorn, I flipped through my favorite blogs. It was then that I learned that Stephanie Nielson and her husband were in a plane crash. My heart lurched as I thought about their family- their children. I did not know Stephanie. She lives on the other side of the country. But I hurt and I prayed for her... them. And I never felt so lonely. Here was this great big blog world. And someone was tragically hurting... I was hurting for her...and I had no one I could share this with. So I stopped- but I kept praying for the Nielsons. I kept following their story. But my words stopped. It all seemed so pointless.

So here I am opening it up again. Zero expectations. I enjoyed this space. And I journaled far more than I do now. I took pictures of the little things in life- more than I do now. I shared more than I do now.