It always catches me off guard. For some reason I do not really hate winter all that much. A winter storm in March still brings the same excitement to me as it does in October. The huge snow-flake families that partied all the way down till their death on the warm streets of Toronto a couple days ago, soaking all who joined them, made me stop and stare out the old fire-hall windows of Gilda's Club with a huge grin.
But, there is always that day, that one moment of that day, when I take in a deep breath of spring and every little cell in my body puts their arms way above their head in a big stretch and lets out a big sigh. And warmth and happiness tickles my insides and I close my eyes and am thankful.
I think that this is a perfect parallel of my life. I am happy, I can say that with conviction and honesty. I can find things to enjoy in every day, even when it is cold and snowflake families are drenching me to the bone. Not to say that there are not days when I feel sad, alone, defeated and frustrated, because clearly I could not pull that past any of you. But overall, I can say that I don't really hate life all that much. It so often makes me stop and stare out of my blue eyes and plasters a huge grin on my face. But oh how sweet the whisperings of spring are in our lives. Those moments that are extraordinary. Those moments. You know the ones that squish your heart and breath something so beautiful through your very being. Those moments, the one's that make life sooo ... well that make us feel so blessed to be in them.
I hope I never close my heart to those whisperings, to those moments. And if you do I will kick your little butts : )
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