March

The days have been bleeding together for us, one after the next and into another. This dogged winter carries on and so do we. I haven't found many words to share lately and life has just been a slow and steady practice of our patience. One by one we're crossing the days off the calendar and with each triumphant X we feel like maybe we're actually getting somewhere. It's March now and that's something, I think. So we read another book, we snuggle under our covers for a little while longer. We drink more hot chocolate than we probably should and we take as many steamy baths as our little hearts desire. Because sometimes that's all you can do. Wait. Wait until your fingers are wrinkled and the water grows cold.