Seasons, I love all of them...spring, summer, fall and winter. Each one has a little something that sucks me in and just makes me fall in love over and over again. I also have a special place in my heart for the shift in seasons. As the seasons move from one to next there is a certain excitement deep inside, and a little spring in my step. There is promise of what is to come and the dreams we hope to bring to fruition.
As we begin the shift from winter to spring in our neck of the woods there are little tweaks here and there to our daily rhythm as a family. This week the biggest shift has occurred in our evening rhythm with the reintroduction of our after dinner family walk. This has been a tradition spanning 17 years for Justin and I, and now we of course include Reece. With the return of evening light we are now able to venture out on our country roads after dinner for some fresh air, good chats, laughter and exploration.
There really are no words to describe how wonderful these walks are for all of us. As we walk, soaking up the last light of the day, we fill our hearts and souls. We feel grateful for the beauty around us, for the life we lead and for the moments, like this nightly ritual, that we get to share.
I am so happy to be moving slowly into spring. It feels so wonderful after the very harsh winter we have been gifted. I am ready to move on, ready to put my winter boots, woolens, hats and mitts away. Ready to hear the call of the robin, to see the buds on the trees start to blossom and to watch the world come alive.
***I am guest posting over at Mud Puddles to Meteors today, stop by and check out something pretty cool!