My New Love of Spring

To be honest I have never been that impressed with Spring.  In Kentucky, at least, it is inevitably 85 degrees when I want it to be mild, but 50 degrees when I want it to be warm.  It rains... a lot, and it's never the welcomed season I am hoping for after suffering through winter. 
This year however I find myself soaking up every tiny detail of Spring.  I'm loving it, and I realized a few weeks ago what the difference is.  This time last year we brought home our baby boy.  Apparently that was all it took for me to fall in love with Spring.  It's strange to think, but up until this point, just past Charlie's first birthday, when I thought back a year I thought to a time when I was pregnant, but not a time when Charlie was actually with us.  Spring is the first season where when I think back to this time last year I have the most vivid memories of those first few months home with him.

I remember the drive home from the hospital.  It was hands down one of the most beautiful days I have ever seen, and not just because we were bringing home our first baby :)  The sun was beaming, the temperature was perfect, the wind was just right -- literally -- perfect.

Charlie's ride home:

 Even last week when the Master's started I couldn't help but think back to last year.  Watching Tony and Charlie sit on the couch and bond while Tony watched the Master's.  It's amazing how a child really can change everything for you.  I will literally always have a special place in my heart for the Master's now -- haha.
Charlie and Tony watching the Masters in 2010

Charlie and I watching the Masters 2011

Even today I left work and the sun and breeze reminded me of many of the days on my maternity leave.  It reminded me of the daily adventure and mini-victory I would have as a new mom when I would venture out of the house for a walk around the neighborhood.  At the time that seemed like quite the accomplishment.  So today in honor of those beautiful three months I spent enjoying my baby boy, and apparently enjoying Spring, Charlie and I went on a walk.  It was just like last year with a few improvements.  This time my precious boy would occassionally look back at me (with a mouth full of Cheerios) say "Mama" and smile.  Love him, Love Spring.
Happy Spring Everyone!