Spring is my favourite time of the year. I wait eagerly for the blossom to appear and I’m always so excited to see it. It’s bittersweet too, because it marks the passing of another year, but I use it as a way to check in about where we are in life. Whether we’re happy. On the right track.
Monday was the first day of Joe’s last term at preschool. I haven’t registered him for school and so from September he will also be officially home educated (although he’s still going to go to outdoor preschool for a while. While home education was a difficult decision to make with Harry, it’s been easy with Joe. Of course he’s going to stay home with us, playing and learning with his big brother (right now they’re “playing” sleepovers in my bed).
In the past, I’d see the blossom and I’d think “Another year and we’re still here, nothing’s changed…” and I’d be disappointed. But this year, everything feels right. I hesitate to say that because I feel like I’m tempting fate, but after what happened in Boston earlier this week I’m thinking about how lucky we are. Because we are so lucky. Not only to be alive and healthy, but happy and together.