The Real Madness of March
Winter’s end…or is it?
That is the real madness of March. Plus it seems like all 52 weeks of the year are jammed into January and this maddening month. It has gone back and forth from feeling like spring to most definitely still winter. I am sure that’s how it always is each March…but we forget about that and block it from our memory each year, don’t we? At least I do.
It seems like Josh and I have spent the better part of the last couple of weeks daydreaming of and talking out plans and options for the year. Things to do, places we might go. March is at least good for strategizing.
But before I get ahead of myself, I thought I’d do a photographic recap of the last month.
Edyn already is quite the fan of all things chocolate. And cupcake. And flowers. So Valentine’s Day was her jam.
My sister came out to visit with her fiance. Hopefully they will be able to come out this way in the spring for some engagement photos 🙂
My dad, whom I haven’t seen in over 8 years, came out to visit with his family. It was good to reconnect in person. He, my sister Katie and I sat down for an impromptu photo together while out briefly exploring the Appalachian Trail.
My little mini-me has quite the adventurer’s spirit. We got them out for a walk on a more low-key trail. And by walk, I mean she only let us get about 100 feet from the truck because she was too busy collecting sticks, investigating logs, rummaging through dirt, and so on.
Edyn finds the snow so enchanting, and I love that about her. She’s making me love winter more than I like to admit. And yeah, I’m rocking the same pickup truck 12 years later. Hoping old reliable will make it another year here.
We were tallying up the last year or so…and this January is the only month in which we didn’t have family staying with us. Crazy, but a good crazy. Our door has felt like a revolving door each month, but that is a blessing. I am glad we are fortunate to own a home large enough to accommodate, that my family hasn’t been scared off by my cooking/baking yet, and that my children are getting to see their family. I worried being remote and away from family would be a negative thing in my children’s’ lives, but so far that has not been an issue 😉 Also, that revolving-door-feeling reminds me of my grandma’s home when I was a kid. The back door was always unlocked, and everyone always just walked right in. I miss that house. And I can sometimes still smell the peculiar aromas of it when I am reflecting on those memories.
Here’s to the old memories we cling to and the new ones we form- cheers, friends.
“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”
― Richard Kadrey