Here We Are

What are you looking forward to? he asked, graciously, pushing a cowlick of dark hair out of his eyes as he peered at me across the wooden table. Oh! I smiled, heart all aflutter. Bare ankles, spring sunsets, bike rides, park picnics, sudden thunderstorms, river valleys ripe with rain. Magnolia blooms the size of saucers. Cherry blossoms, most of all.

And here we are.

I couldn’t be happier about spring. Are you as delighted as I am?