There's a punch and sting to this new year. There's also a joyous lightness, as with every beginning. As if it were possible to have another first kiss. As if we could change everything. Create a new home. A new hairstyle. A new identity. Be rooted to the earth while still dancing on pointed toes.
And yet, the nostalgic movie footage has begun to play. My husband had two weeks off, and we spent the snowy and cold days dancing on flower petals. Our house was full of spring.
With the first half a year as new parents behind us, a fruitful new season was in order. So, how do we make it stick? How do two working adults and parents raise a child and still have room and energy to stay a "young" couple? We make up this answer as we go, I guess.
We hold onto memories of golden days during winter months. We remember. We continue to explore new territories and dig for treasures.
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