Every year on my birthday since I was 23, I buy Quince... a flowering branch with delicate pink flowers that remind me of cherry blossoms. I put them in a vase in a sunny spot and watch the blossoms unfold. I reflect on the (30) years that have passed and the new year ahead... full of hope and possibility... each day a gift from God, and another chance to bloom.
These days, I am living life in moments, and through the eyes of little August... everything is new. He is smiling now (on the verge of laughing). I am the lucky one who gets to wake every morning to his smile, and walk through this brand new world with him.
Maybe it's spring fever or just a burst of creativity, but, Steve has been busily sketching new designs in his notebook, and showing up at home with his new creations... a new wine rack made from re-claimed barn wood, and a pair of bamboo bed side tables. He also recently finished painting the branch for the owls in the nursery. I can't wait to see what is next...
