Is anyone still out there?
If not, I don't blame you. I've been gone for the last few months on a new-job-with-crazy-hours-imposed-blogging-hiatus. I've missed writing terribly. I'm still exhausted and can't really keep up, but it is my intention to mount a comeback. So, to the few friends who remain, thank you! I've missed you too! I've got so much to tell you! Grab a lime-infused beer and let's catch up!
Spring has finally sprung here in Michigan! It was one of the longest winters that I can remember, filled with every cold and flu germ in the book. After the snow finally melted, a month-long monsoon season set in. My Seasonal Affective Disorder had me by the short and curlies this year, (you're welcome for that visual, by the way). I was ready to toss myself into the lake where my backyard used to be, and never come up for air. But, one day it all finally stopped. The gray skies turned blue...the puddles dried up...and the sandals that I'd decided to start wearing two months ago, finally looked less out of place. I had survived another winter. This one felt like a dangerously close call.
With the horrors of another midwestern frozen equinox in the books, I am once again intoxicated with the soft green grass and cool gentle breezes that May has mercifully blown in.
I am new again.
Four years ago in May, my husband and I bought our home. It has the most amazing tree in the front yard that boasts magnificent purple blooms for only short two weeks every spring. Simultaneously, there are two more trees in the backyard that explode in the prettiest pink flowers that Mother Nature has to offer. I'm 98% sure they played a big part in why I fell in love with this house. These trees put on their best show for us every May...a beautiful reminder of our treasured beginnings here.
My son will be two years old this week. He was due at the end of May, but decided to arrive three weeks early, on Mothers Day in 2011. After three long years of struggling to conceive, I'd had a difficult pregnancy, with weeks of bed rest, and I was going to be induced the following day, but my sweet, and ever-impulsive son had other plans.
At two in the morning, I got up to use the restroom, for the 900th time that night, and my water broke. I hadn't showered, shaved, eaten, or slept much...I'd had big plans for the morning of my induction. Peanut didn't care. It was showtime.
After seventeen hours of labor, followed by three more hours of pushing, Leo was finally here. He and I both had a rocky start, as he was taken to the NICU for several days, and I ended up in the hospital for another week and a half because of other complications. But, eventually, we were reunited, and were given the green light to go home. The trees has flowered and lost their blooms by the time that I was back at home. I was sad to have missed them, but spring's renewal had brought a different kind beauty and life to our home once again.
May is my favorite time of year. It's my unofficial official New Year. It's a clean slate. It's Mother Nature's apology for recent wind chill factors. It's a recommitment to taking long walks on Saturday mornings. It's a time for cleaning out closets, for blowing bubbles in the yard, for planting aromatic herbs that will waft through my kitchen window in the evening to reward me while the dishes are being done. It's the ultimate reason to sneak out of work, and to go to the park with my munchkin, and pick dandelions that we'll celebrate like a bouquet of roses. It's the perfect reminder to count all of my beautiful blessings.
I'm reemerging from winter's cocoon...from my new job blues...from the stifling season of sweater-weather.
I am waxing nostalgic, and rejoicing in all of the kindness that May has shown me.
Mama is baking a birthday cake for the cutest two-year old on the block. She is strapping on her neon running shoes again. She will get a pedicure after that. Mama will drink something fruity and she will stop staying at the office late. She will bask in the beauty of her yard, and her family, and her wonderful life that she was starting to take for granted somewhere in the middle of February.
She IS BACK.
Mama found her bloom. Which was never really lost...only snow-covered and hibernating.
...and she encourages you do enjoy it, before it inevitably falls off when summer arrives, and she starts complaining about the mosquitos and stifling heat...
In the mean time...it's good to be back!