First memories are triggered with the entrance of February, remembering Dad rolling in the door with flowers or Fannie Mae's for Ma, and little heart shaped boxes for us, stories of a ground hog that could predict how long we'd be waiting for spring to come so we could start playing in our dirt yard, My own birthday and presents from my Auntie Mame, my little precious dolls, and buggy that would used to house my worms excavated from the damp earth, how I loved them, nothing was as good as a day of earthworm mining. Little children exchanging valentine's cards even including the kids that had cootie's, and the school mortification of bringing a birthday treat for the class whereby way to many bullies tried to give birthday spankings, one year resulting in doctors office visit to remove pebbles from my hand and abrasions from sliding out onto Bryn Mawr as I ran from them.
Picking a wedding date and all it brought life, our son being born, and all these years of growing and loving, each stage was enjoyed.
Drive's home bring me sunsets, and amethyst skies, closer to spring now, and all that new life, for me February is a beautiful word.
We all walk through our days together knowing we're not quite alone in it. When one is weak, another is strong, that with time and care we can survive it all, enjoying all the great days in between. The Good outweighs the Bad, and Forgiveness walks hand in hand with Love, doesn't it?
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