Fall has always been my season. I was born in fall, Emma was born in fall, I fell in love in fall, and it's always such a welcomed relief from the awful summers we have here in Texas. There's nothing that makes my heart swell with nostalgia more than crisp air and crunchy leaves.
In general, I feel indifferent about spring because while it's pretty to look at, I know what's coming next. (Summer & I aren't friends.)
This year feels different. It feels new. I feel new. I'm falling in love again. My mind (and my heart) have finally awoken from the dormancy that is depression.
Life is good right now. Bryan and I have started over, started new, and we are working on things. This is our spring.
I could never, in all of my lifetimes, say enough about how wonderful he is. He was the light in my darkest hours, and he loved me when I didn't even deserve to be liked.
I'm so happy that I made it through winter.