Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Springtime for Pittsburgh and Squirrel Hill . . .

Spring is coming to Pittsburgh.

The hyacinth and tulip bulbs in my yard are coming up. The trees are developing that spring green mist that means cool shade is coming.


I'm thrilled. And I have a confession to make.

When Dave and I looked at this house four years ago I could hear the pitter patter of little feet running across the hard wood of the first floor. I could see myself tumbling with a toddler in the grass of our huge backyard. In my mind's eye a two year old was marching purposefully across the driveway "helping" daddy do yard work. And recently I have daydreamed about snuggly naps in the hammock with an infant or a popsicle sticky babe. Dave and I have wandered through Frick park just a couple blocks from our house and planned picnics and walks for sunny days.

I feel like I'm watching my dreams come true. Today I put my son in the stroller with his duck toy and watched him nap while we took an hour long walk with the sun on my shoulders. Soon the trees will have leafed and I will nap in the hammock with the dappled shade on chubby thighs that are NOT mine.

I am blessed. I am thankful. And, man, is he cute or what?!?!?!?!

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