Sweet Spring

Spring sprung today. I think I actually saw it, the minute it happened.

I saw it while I was laying in the backyard with Sam this afternoon. I saw it in the tiny green sprouts in Kyle's garden. I saw it in the robins hopping around looking for worms. I saw it in the tiny blooms in the trees.

And I saw it in Sam's eyes, the glint of the sun hitting them just the right way.

It's pretty perfect timing really, spring springing when it did. Sam turns 6 months next week and I feel that I've finally stepped out of the newborn fog and into the warm sun of baby giggles and sloppy kisses.

Just as the ground thawed and gave way to budding daffodils that lined our driveway, I think Sam and I are entering the sweetness of a new season.

I know that I will blink and seasons will all change, but right now I'm so enjoying this time with my son.

After Sam's birth I fell apart. I suffered from postpartum depression. I have anxiety disorder and it went  into overdrive. I reached my breaking point and reached out for help. I was put back on medication. Luckily things quickly turned upward and I was able to take care of my little family, of myself.

Each day I spend as a mother is better than the last (in a big picture sense -- there are some days when I accidentally stick my hand in Sam's poop and, well, that kind of ruins the day). Each passing month gets me farther and farther away from my lowest point postpartum.

And today, I felt spring spring to life. Me and Sam, laughing at the breeze, listening to the birds, breathing in the sweet smell of a new season.