It's snowing today accumulating into a blanket of white, reminding me of, despite the flirtatious winks and lures of spring, the reality that the season at hand is still the dead of winter.
I've got one home sick from school and two little ones with ear infections and these walls are closing in on me. I look around and I've gotten behind today, just enough to feel suffocated by the tally marks of uncompleted tasks and the lack of sunshine to warm my spirit. I rummage around the kitchen a bit, stacking dishes and confiscating old napkins, when I stumble across the tulips I threw in the cart this morning, when we trudged out into the forbidden to pick up the three-year-old's Amoxicillin and Clavulanate Potassium for his bulging, inflamed eardrum.
I tear open the plastic, cut the stems, arrange the red blossoms in water, and place the promising vessel on the kitchen table; and instantly, I inhale a breath of hope.