i remember march

it's a useful thing, this journaling of one's days. when march ended i thought: thanks for nothing. that's two in a row i wasn't sad to see go. all i could remember was painful anticipation of a spring that still hasn't arrived, after an epic winter that never saw me changing out of my jeans and woolies. but then something happened.

i looked back at my photos from the month and remembered exactly what did happen during, what turned out to be, a very eventful month. i remembered two days away alone with my mother for the first time in years. i saw my work hanging on the wall of an art gallery and even received a check. while i was there, i remembered to take a few minutes to feel the sand in my toes. i remembered that i saw the fruits of my elder son's months of hard work when he brought home second trimester grades proving that others recognized his efforts as well. i remembered that my husband embarked on the next phase of his career and has found some satisfaction and success in doing so. i remembered walking in the woods with my parents after they each recovered from recent illness. i remembered how it felt to photograph them as they cuddled and laughed and i remembered fully understanding the word blessing in that moment.

i remembered, as well, that i began planning for my first solo show, which will open at the end of this month, and all of the excitement that goes with such a thing. i remembered four days traveling with my son and making memories i know we'll both cherish.

i remembered time spent with friends and cookies and milk with my kids and the biggest brightest moon i've ever seen.

i remembered trying to find a few moments to exercise and being interrupted by batman, and i remember not minding at all.

i remember march, and at least for right now, it doesn't matter if spring ever comes.