i was in the park with otis today. he can go down slides endlessly. my interest in waiting is less than his in slides. while we were there, there were a few other moms with small children. one had a baby who could crawl and a boy around 3. she literally had her hands full. i remember that stage with my kids, and remember it as one of my more difficult stages of life. i don't miss that at all. i love this stage. where my kids have a budding relationship. where i'm freed up to be more present with them and others.

the weather was tremendous, and this afternoon, me and the after school gang played with some neighbourhood kids across the street. i don't know what i'd do without spring. it's the most hopeful season.

i remember sharing a few years ago at next about my dark night of the soul. and feeling as though i was in a spiritual winter. i feel like spring these days. new, fresh, almost an infant in some ways; but growing stronger every day.