I woke up before the boys and wrote for an hour and started an art project. My oldest and his girlfriend rose first making breakfast and chatting about their plans for the day. I went upstairs and woke my youngest who was out until 3 a.m. but promised me he would not sleep ALL day. We talked about his evening and quickly veered off course into all the worlds problems that need solved.
My husband was already out mountain biking, the kids went in different directions, and I took off for a walk combined with an errand. It is such a beautiful day! The temperature is just perfect, the grass is vibrant, all the spring flowers are in full bloom, and my heart is full.
Our neighborhood is now full of children and as I left I saw three young boys playing football together. It was the cutest thing because they were all in a pile when I walked up. Then they helped each other unpile, shared the ball, and guided each other through the play to the touchdown all celebrating together.
My boys are no longer young but I still love hanging out with them more than anything else in the world. Starting my day chatting with my son and his girlfriend as they make breakfast, sitting on my other son's bed hearing all about the college bar scene makes me happy.
Growing up catholic Easter was a time to think about starting over, or rebirth. As I was walking and looking at all of the new life around me: green grass, tulips, dandelions, henbit, magnolias, red buds and my boys. Their new life, this new chapter. I can't wait for it!
