Every year there is one day when I realize the mornings aren't quiet any more as my girl and I wait for the bus. This was that morning in 2013. The birds are back.
No matter how life is going, the day I realize the birds are back is a good day.
My sister says February is the worst month. I used to think it was October, when I was younger, because that meant winter was coming. Now I love October and hate February, too, even though it's the month of my birthday and Valentine's Day and expressions of love. It's that spring often feels so very far away in February, and we are all so sick of the cold and the short days and being stuck inside for long weekend days and weeknights. Yesterday morning as we waited for the bus huddled together under a blanket, my girl said, "When are we going to DO something again?" And so yesterday I took her and the neighbor girl to the library after school, just to be out, just to be gone.
I, too, am very tired of the inside of this house, even with the two new cats frolicking and fighting and at least keeping it real. I can't wait to eat dinner outside again.
But here we are, almost halfway through it. And the birds are back.
Today I posted on Deva's blog about life on the other side of an eating disorder.