“We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found,
already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be.”
― Anne Lamott
April arrives bringing with it beautiful signs of spring. I emerge myself in cherry trees and daffodils, not wanting to miss a single sign of her awakening. I work most days in the garden, weeding and planting new flowers and getting the vegetable garden ready to plant. We celebrate Brandon’s birthday, all of us gathered for dinner, and I marvel at the man he has become. There is a grand Easter egg hunt with the neighborhood kids, where we meet new people who bring us into their fold without question, and I find myself feeling pretty settled in this place we now call home. Percy and I take long walks on Tuesdays and I teach him the names of all the flowers popping up in the neighborhood gardens. We watch for eagles and look for bugs and I once again count my blessings.
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