Spring Awakening

Little sweetheart, it’s been such a bitter cold winter. The wind! I think because we’re on the west side it’s even more pronounced. 

I’ve been endeavoring to run every day even through all of this, trying to regain my conditioning. Everything seems a bit harder these days. I bought some new cold weather gear last winter but have really been using it this season. It’s especially bone-chilling closest to the river - the winds really seems to kick up along the shore there. But today we had our first hint of spring’s arrival. 

It’s still a few weeks off yet, but we had a bit of a warmer day, the wind taking a respite, the birds singing a little more cheerfully and a few of the heartier flowers - snowdrops, in particular - beginning to bud, undeterred by a return of frost. 

I think spring is maybe my favorite season, little sweetheart. Probably because it reminds me so much of the light and warmth you brought to my life. In some way, the cycles of the seasons are a comfort like that because their inevitability, if I embrace it, deepens my faith that you abide and I will one day, when Heaven allows, be with you again and forever. I need only to look to the seasons and my heart to know that it is so. 

With all my love forever.