Every year I think that I want to break up with February a little more. I feel bad being so hard on a month, but of the whole year, this is the one month that I could just skip, and with good reason. It’s the dregs of winter, the no-(wo)man’s land before the promise of spring, because even if March is in like a lion, we all know how it goes out…with buds on trees and greening grass. The little lambs of spring. I don’t have any particularly hard feelings about Valentine’s, I generally like love and chocolate and we had fun sharing it all with Asher, so my distaste for this month has everything to do with my impatience. I’m impatient to leave the door open and step outside without clinching up my body, I’m impatient to gain back our outdoor living space and lifestyle, I’m impatient to see green again, I’m impatient for the car to not need to warm up, I’m impatient for bare skin and sunhats and the charming work of warm weather.

Looked at another way, February is part of the unspoken series of lessons on patience that Life seems to be certain that I need to continue to explore. I am someone that catches a whiff of a cusp and instantly I’m pushing through to the other side. I don’t enjoy being in between, and though I regularly think about the important role of ambiguity, the truth is, I don’t feel all that comfortable with it. And no month is more ambiguous than February.

In spite of this, we’re of course having a fine time and here we are at the end of the month, just two days away from March, and I am again getting excited for the month ahead, and the months that will follow. At the end of March there will be a wedding and I will be gaining one of the sassiest girls on this good (almost) green earth as a cousin-sister. Tender sprigs are poking through the frozen ground, early morning fires still fill our kitchen with a warm charm, I’ve been making biscuits, and Asher suddenly has a keen interest in dragging me to the couch for a quick snuggle from time to time. I feel much like the Virginia landscape right now…a bit dormant, but the rumblings of the new life of a change of seasons is rattling around in my core and because I can sniff the change on the horizon, I’m itching to get to it.

That’s not really such a bad feeling after all.

Maybe I don’t want to break up with you, February. Maybe I just want to see other months. You know, have some space. It’s probably not you, it’s me.

Six months.

Asher hit the six month mark this week.  Six months!  So.  I don’t know why this feels like such a thing, but…I don’t know.  Six months just sounds like a baby, you know?  He’s half way to a year!  We’ve had this amazing little being in our lives for half a year, and part of me thinks that it feels like just yesterday, and another part of me keeps saying things like, “well, when Asher was little…”.

He’s still pretty little.

In my way, I could go on, but rather than getting all sappy about the fact that there are only 35 more 6 month periods of our life before Asher is 18 (thank Drew for that little sentimental tid bit) let’s just take a quick look at what we’ve been up to in the last month:

The Fam.

Katie and Forest stop for a quick visit during their big move to LA!

Drew and Asher continue to perfect Asher's moves on his "tap dancing stage". Some might call this my dresser, but Drew assures me that it's a stage.

Play time!

Charlotte and Mikey C came for a visit...

and a weekend of ridiculous outfits and good meals ensued.

We've started reading every night before bed. "Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon..."

Asher and his buddy Xavier have a date to discuss the finer things in life.

And really, that’s pretty much it.  The world is preparing to bloom as Spring is confidently settling in around us, the peepers are cheering on its progress from the creeks, and we are generally preparing for being awe struck by how quickly the next six months fly by.  Holy cow.