The first thing I saw when I arrived to the house yesterday was the buds on this tree in our front yard, and I stopped and looked at it and found a kind of inspiration in it, this tree that got hit by all the snow over Easter weekend, I was afraid the cold would've killed the plants. But here were these buds coming out, having braved the storm and now emerging in springtime.
It felt like a nice kind of symbolism for coming home from the hospital, and for parenting in general, for those days that seem so difficult and when it's hard to see the spring on the other side of the snowstorm.
Oh, look at what you did. You made me cry (which is really bad, because I'm reading your blog during class).
ReplyDeleteSending love and hugs your way, for momma, daddy, and baby.
So glad to hear you're back home...you have a great outlook Marcy. It's time for some blooming :)
ReplyDeleteThat's so touching, so true, yet so easy to pass by without noticing. I celebrate that you notice the buds, you sense the "something probably good coming" in the midst of the blah's and the pains of everyday living. Little Donovan and his Daddy are really quite lucky.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Mom