|Forsythia against the morning sky.|
|Every year I tell myself I need to separate these daffodils and then I forget.|
2. Projects that were in my head all winter slowly begin to take form with the help of tools, muscles, and time. Old garden beds are dug up and plants get moved around, and new wood paneling goes up on the porch ceiling. As Steve labors I rattle off more ideas; it's enough to make his head spin.
"You know the depths of my heart and you love me the same."
3. These beautiful lyrics sung at church today. They take my breath away.
4. My strong, beautiful mom turns ninety-one today. She tells me the story of her birth for the bazillionth time, of which I never tire.