I couldn’t help but think about spring, about its offering of renewal and new life. It has been a long winter for us, literally and figuratively. Never have I looked forward to spring so much as I have this year. I want the dark, dreary, cold days of this winter to be over. I want the days to be longer, the air warmer, the sky bluer. I want the life growing inside me to join us on the outside.
And yet, of course, the turning of spring is also the turning of yet another season without our girl. It is the season in which we lost her, and yet also the season in which our fondest and most vibrant memories with her were made. Soon we will begin the lifelong ritual of remembering the anniversary of her death within days of celebrating the anniversary of her brother’s birth. Never more has the immensity and complete inexplicability of life’s giant circle been more on display. Never again will we welcome spring without wistfulness. It will forevermore be a season of dichotomy.
Inspired by the willow tree, today I started working on trying to figure out how to use our camera—we bought an incredible digital SLR about 6 months before Hudson died. Ed takes beautiful pictures with it. I still set it on auto and then just point and shoot. But I’m trying to change that, especially before Jackson arrives.
I went out today to clumsily experiment with exposure and aperture, to try and catch the willow tree in this fleeting stage between winter’s barrenness and spring’s flourish.
Much like that in-between world that I will inhabit forever.