Seasonal.

Life is full of seasons. I finished my quarter and splurged on things I wanted and needed and liked to console myself of the fact that my spring is literally only a week long. But my sister and my brother-in-law came with the niece soon to be and we are attempting to make this week the best of ever.
It has been.

Watercolor illustrations. Jonathan Safran Foer. Tea, tea, tea. Midnight conversations with K. Pizza late in the evening. Sun. Lemon curd and dreams of ginger cookies. Patterns. Life decisions. "Peter Pan" out loud. Poetry. The Eugene Field book. Prep for next quarter. Letters in the post. Walks bundled up. Pudding cakes. Slow weekend breakfasts. The need for lattes. Hands on a swollen belly to feel a little girl kick. Goals. Ambition.
Joy.

Life is full of seasons. I like this one.
The one I'm in now, with spring lightly nipping and growing and budding. She calls, but only loud as a bell, I'm coming, are you ready? And we are.
We always are.
She brings flowers after all.