As the apple trees begin to blossom here, I marvel at how life cycles around; a year has passed since the hardest time of my life; the ducks are laying their eggs again, the trees are beginning to flower, and my eyes are drinking in the softness and the green of the nature around me. I had this photo on my camera back then, and it sustained me when I felt like home was something I'd imagined.
When we were discharged on Mother's Day, I could hardly still the butterflies in my belly as we turned the last curve. I felt like Anne Shirley returning to Green Gables! Home. How blessed I am to call this place my home.