It’s the beginning of spring.
It’s spring break.
The rhythm of schooled days have turned into a tossed windstorm of bike rides, beach combing, farm visits, field running, and play dough covered hands. Children who never seem to stop moving, eating, needing, loving.
All day we play, run, eat, until we collide with our pillows at night.
Today, I watched them laugh for a solid hour. Laugh so hard their cheeks became flushed, tears running down from the joy of their secret shared language.
Siblings. To watch siblings as an only child….
I love these days when time stops, where no one needs to be anywhere. When they find each other and become one in imagination. When play takes center stage and I am the audience and guide.
The kids carry me through the exhaustion of these non-stop beautiful chaotic days. I feel like their joy is the scaffolding keeping me up, keeping me going…to hear that laughter again.
Our first sprouts have sprung. Green reaching, searching for the still coy sun. We are still swaddled in blankets.
A very sweet neighbor of mine walks down the mountain everyday to the village. She buys what she needs, then hikes back up. Sometimes she takes my offered ride. Every single day you can see her skipping down or trudging back up. I like the reliability of her. She’s part of my days without even knowing.