Spring! Spring! Spring!

Guess what? I think (while crossing my fingers) that spring has finally sprung. I am cautiously optimistic, as the last time I got all excited about 70 plus degree weather it snowed two days later. And I cried.

This weekend I trecked myself and my little one down to Manhattan to visit my very pregnant friend, Abbie. Originally I was going to help her with her new baby boy, but apparently he had other plans. Reminds me a bit of another fetus I knew a few years back. Stubborn kids. So instead of swaddling and cuddling and learning how to survive on 17 minutes of sleep, my poor friend spent most of the weekend attempting to find clothes that fit and shoes that would be easy to slip on to her feet.

While in town, Lu and I spent a good deal of time out at Trent’s parents’ farm. Lu is finally at the age where going out to the farm is so much fun for her, and for her grandparents. The weather was MAGNIFICENT, so sunny that my poor, pale butt got sunburned. I sat in the sun reading, while Lu, “Grammy” and “PPa” (named by the great Lu herself) ran around looking for grasshoppers, picking flowers, going for walks to the pond, touching a fish and finding a frog. Most of the time Lu had no pants on. Big surprise.

Then yesterday I went for my first big walk of the spring with the great Mikayla. Our walks are so much fun, and I miss them greatly during the cold winter months. Plus, every walk we take is another day that I don’t have to join a gym. After I put Lu to bed last night, I was sitting on our front porch in shorts and a t-shirt and I starting thinking about my last few springs. A few springs back I graduated from college and moved to Italy. The spring after that I moved into a new house with Trent and we got a dog. The spring after that I had a baby. The spring after that I started a new job and became a working mom for the first time. Spring is a time of new beginnings. A time of change. And not just for the plants and trees, but for my whole life. There hasn’t been a spring in the last five years that wasn’t hugely life changing in some way. And since Trent and I have just met with a realtor, this spring is shaping up to continue that tradition.

I starting writing this post last night while sitting on my porch. This morning, I called my very pregnant friend Abbie to see how she was doing, and she’s finally in labor. Looks like her spring is going to be pretty life changing as well. A perfect end to a post about beginnings.