I waited all winter to enjoy my favorite writing spot - my back deck. I didn’t expect to be sharing the space with a mama bird and five eggs. But it reminded me of something I learned years ago—when plans change, you don’t give up. You find something else.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written like this - but today something stirred inside of me. Life has felt gray, but I saw the first signs of something blooming. The grass wasn’t dead. It was just winter. And maybe you needed that reminder too.