A Different Kind of March Madness

A Different Kind of March Madness

I have a little friend who likes to wake me up really early in the morning.

Two-month-old Gertrude is the epitome of newborn baby beauty and a master of waking every 3 hours during the night. I recall the third month of sleep deprivation from my other two children to be a bit maddening; like Chinese water torture.

March Madness has a whole new meaning for me this month. I am not placing bets on tournament brackets and watching an insane amount of college basketball, rather, slowly losing my mind due to night wakings.

At 2:00 this morning, I sat rocking little Gert to the soothing sound of an early spring rain storm and found myself smiling at the thought of the approaching season. Through my exhausted haze, I closed my eyes and could almost feel the rain drops tapping away on my forehead. Resting in the thought of new life and fresh warm air, I shifted my mood from sleep deprived insanity to calm meditation, anticipating what my senses long for this time of year...

  • The smell of rain on the pavement
  • Hot steam rising out of my coffee cup as I sit on my patio on a chilly spring morning
  • The buds on the trees at the Morton Arboretum
  • The sound of birds singing in the lilac tree outside my bedroom window

What do you like about Spring? Close your eyes and use your senses...

 

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  • I love running outside again after spending an entire winter exercising indoors: the simple cadence of my feet rhythmically hitting the pavement, the feel of a gentle breeze, the joy of jumping over puddles!

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