I love the smell of Springtime, the feeling of renewal, hope, and nature bursting with color.  I love remembering past Springtimes, feeling free, feeling light, feeling happy.  I loved our walks in the neighborhood, seeing the buds on the trees, the air warm, the wind soft, our hands laced together.  He leading me, talking, laughing, teasing, me feeling lucky, content, right with the world.  When did I begin to lead? When did he start to slow?  When did we stop our walks altogether?  I wish I could remember that last time, but I can’t. “We can have it all, but not at the same time and certainly not forever.”  Still…I love remembering in Springtime.


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